Can I be of any service?’ And what if she didn’t recognize him in the darkness? He sure as hell almost hadn’t recognized her. But, he reminded h...mself, that was only because she looked so…different. He found himself staring at her again. Staring like a high school kid with his first crush. But he couldn’t help it. There was just something about her tonight that was making him feel off balance and even a little nervous about approaching her. ‘This can’t be good,’ he thought unconsciously and. "Ray saw the older white woman leave the table. As she walked by he saw that she looked good; at least he thought so. He decided to bump into the woman as she was walking by him. He reached out and touched her breast, as though accidentally."Oh excuse me. I am so sorry. Are you all right?" Oh, I'm fine," the woman replied. "I guess maybe I had too much to drink tonight." Hi, my name is Ray." Oh hi, my name is Pat."Ray noticed that she stuttered when she spoke. He also noticed that the woman's. “What’s wrong?”“To be honest, I was showing a guy round the old house before coming over and I ended up giving him a foot-job.”“Okay.”“Also, I didn’t clean my feet.”“You mean his cum is still all over your toes?”“Yes.”“Did you sleep with him?”“No, he did lick me out though and keep my panties as a souvenir.”“So, you are commando?”Vanessa just smiled. Geri undid the buttons on her blue jeans.“So am I.”Vanessa gazed down at her open jeans and shaved fanny.“Take your shoes off, hun. I want to. ” Marcy smiled and reached out to shake hands. She was younger, in her thirties, and very well-dressed. I had worn khakis and a sport coat and was feeling decidedly down-scale.Kelly and I sat down, and I was surprised when Brockport said, “Now, before we get started, might I trouble you for a dollar?”“A dollar?”“Humor me.”“Okay,” I answered, mystified. I pulled out my wallet and pulled out a dollar and passed it over.He stuffed it in his pocket. “Thank you. We’ll get you a receipt later. This.