“Mmm ... that’s it ... yeah...” I moaned without fully realizing what he was doing just yet.He pressed on my asshole and his tongue slipped in. ... gasped “Oh Tommy yes ... oh that feels wonderful ... mmm...”He reached around to the front of my thighs and pulled me back on my tongue. My own hands reached back, holding my ass cheeks apart for him.“Oh, god, Tommy ... eat my asshole ... eat me ... fuck you are such a nasty boy! Oh, God, this turns me on so much ... fuck my slut ass with your. The girl plays along, her butt pushing against you as you both move to the music. You lean your head over her shoulder and see a cute girl with a round face, full lips and a toothy grin. You‘re instantly hit with the idea that you know her, but you don‘t know from where. “Bon soir,” you say in her ear as you assume she must be a French speaker. “Hello,” she says in a Southern twang. ‘That’s it! It’s Miley Cyrus!’ you think as this suddenly becomes more exciting.As you talk to her, you realize. ‘Have wonderful dining experience, Sir!’ He said as I turned and took Amy by the arm. I opened the door to the restaurant and let Amy go ahead of me. A young blonde woman wearing an elegant dress looked up and had to stifle a gasp as she saw Amy. ‘Good evening. Do you have reservation?’ She asked as she tried to recover from her shock. ‘No we do not have a reservation. Will that be a problem?’ I asked as I looked at the dining room which was only about half full. ‘Let me check with my manager.’. Kids grown.’ ‘You have grown up kids?’ I nodded and grabbed a framed picture of the three of us and handed it to him. He examined it closely. ‘Wow. How old are they?’ he asked. ‘My daughter is twenty and in college. My son is eighteen and lives with his dad now.’ John looked at me with raised eyebrows. ‘They’re good looking kids. How old are you?’ ‘Thirty-eight. I started early.’ ‘I thought you were younger. Maybe around thirty. You look it.’ ‘Thank you. How old are you?’ ‘Forty-five.’ He’d.