I didn't actually hear her go, but I did hear the toilet flush."Sorry, I'm done now. I'll see you when you're done." Don't be sorry, and its okay you ...an stay and talk. I'll be done soon," I wanted her to stay because I had an idea."Oh, okay," I saw the faint shadow of her move towards to the toilet so I assumed that's where she was sitting. "Look, I'm sorry for turning up and blurting all those things out to you, you've been so sweet and I really didn't think this was going to turn out this. .Would be Mrs. Smith." The blonde in question was leaning on a trash container across the aisle, eating an ice cream cone. She made eye contact as she took a particularly long lick, then winked. Gwen settled her palms flat on the table as she quietly said, "Mr. Whatever the fuck your name is, why don't you and your blonde bimbo get the fuck away from us before I start yelping for security." Mr. Smith nodded as he said, "Perhaps just a few moments of your time Billy, then we'll leave you to your. But thinking about that wouldn’t help me be the good guy here. ‘Don’t you have to get up? For work?’ I got to the point. ‘They don’t need me for daytime scenes today,’ Eva informed me. ‘That’s why I could afford to stay out late last night,’ she almost said with a bit of a laugh. ‘Well, that’s good,’ was all I could say. I made up for it by adding, ‘So, I shouldn’t keep you from resting, then?’ ‘You don’t have to,’ Eva offered. ‘Unless I’m keeping you from your daytime work,’ she wondered.. He would say things in an audible whisper for other people to hear "I want you back inside me", "my ass feels empty without you". When we got to the casino club he solicited a lot of looks and whispers. Inside he wanted to dance with me and the entire time was spent with him holding my dick through my pants. By about 2 hours in he was totally drunk. He was insisting I fax my wife divorce paperwork and that we elope in Vegas. I went to the bathroom and he stayed out to get another drink. While I.