I'm standing up at the bar with my friends pretty lit when a lady taps me on the shoulder and ask me to dance. She is a thick middle aged brunette. Sh... has a beautiful face that is a bit chubby and soft looking supple lips. Her eyes are a bit glazed so I know she's feeling good too although not quite as good as me..She has a nice tight black shirt that hugs her nice round tits and blue jeans that hug her curves and wide hips.I say "Absolutely" to her proposition and move out onto the little. But it was the trip to the night club that made the lad squirm,She went with a girlfriend, one who she knew had a bigger mouth than the Thames! They had been in the place but ten minutes when she saw a young man who would suit her purpose well, a tidy looking lad, sleek hair, good looks, 5ft 10, sharp dresser, and best of all…a braggart, an obvious show-off. Better than that, he had a friend, casenova himself, he also had a chap with him, not as sharp, in dress or wits, but known to be a bit of. She turned around and walked out the door, heading up the hallway and into the kitchen.Wow. She hadn't expected them. The last time Mr Peters had done work in their house he'd had a middle aged man working with him. She wasn't used to black people; the middle class village she lived in being predominantly white, as was her school.She opened the fridge and took out a bottle of orange juice. Her gown fell open as she took the lid off it and took and long gulp. She spotted the newspaper on the. “Alright,” she said to the group. “We’ve decided to fore-go the usual party games and, instead, our friend Amelia here has planned a little product demonstration featuring some items from her store. Take it away, Amelia!”“Product demonstration? This is a sales pitch?” Sherri asked with a deep frown.“Oh, I have a feeling you’ll enjoy this,” Emma said with a smirk. Amelia stepped forward to address the group.“Ok, gals, for my demonstration I’m going to need a couple of volunteers. First, a girl..