Come round tomorrow to the cottage, before opening time and talk to her about it. You never know mate, you might find a buyer a lot more easily than y...u think."It was very hard (no pun intended) to sit in the pub making small talk with what few people were in there while my mind kept imagining what was happening at home. Were they in bed, were they kissing, licking, sucking. Had they undressed themselves or each other?Shit, this was torture, but if I was honest with myself it was fucking. Before she arrived, I went into the ladies' room to check my makeup and outfit once more. It was hard to know which of us was more nervous!Kendall showed up right on time and the hostess showed her where we were sitting."Hello, you must be Kendall," Roger said, standing up as she approached."Yes, and you are Roger?" she asked."That's right. This is my wife, Barbara," Roger introduced me. We all shook hands and then Roger motioned for the waitress to come over.While we waited for her to come and. Only he wasn't the one who had made the decision. "So, as far as I'm concerned, there's no reason to subject you to constant scrutiny unless something else unusual happens. Weekly pelvics aren't going to help either you or me." "So, I can forget about this for a while?" James said, wincing slightly as she pulled on her jeans. Internal or not, the pressure on her crotch caused slight pain. "Well no, there's some things I'd like to discuss with you." "All right, like what?" James asked, pulling. The waiter definitely noticed. Then a very strange thing happened. Marni said, "Ooops," as if she'd made a mistake and closed the window with the picture of her getting a facial. What appeared was a picture of a woman with a black man behind her fucking her from behind and a white guy in front of her with his cock in her mouth. Marni did not say, "Ooops," this time nor did she close the window. The waiter stared at the picture on the screen. Marni had to bring him out of his stupor. "I suppose.