He took a step back. ‘Not unless it’s my new perfume. What’s it smell like?’ ‘Well … honestly … like a skunk. But not bad. It’s, uh �... sorta nice.’ ‘Do you think?’ She stepped to himagain, and he didn’t step away this time. ‘Kinda,’ — she crinkled her cute nose — ‘NICE, isn’t it?’ ‘Yeah,’ he laughed and nodded. ‘Don’t you think?’ she touched her fingers to his chest when the phone rang. ‘Ehr, I should probably get that,’ he said after a minute. ‘Do you think?’ She leaned a little closer. ‘I, uh. ‘As okay as things can be,’ she answered. Melanie glanced out at the dining room. ‘I have tables waiting,’ she added before walking out. Melanie walked up to her first table and smiled. ‘Hi, welcome to Homer’s Dream, could I start you off with something to drink?’ The woman at the table studied Melanie quickly. ‘Iced tea if you have it,’ she replied. Melanie smiled. ‘We have it, and it’s not the powder stuff either, we brew it fresh several times a day. Would you like honey or lemon?’ Melanie. .. i ask myself legs up , push on my back legs up mike fucking me down watching me sucking his friend''you so sexy, we should have done this before, i love your pussy ass''pounding down , moaning mike cock hitting deep in me''you are a good little slut , here dude, come slide in her''i felt so weak his friend taking his place sliding in me , his cock felt different i looked up to watch them smile''you love this, here suck me baby''moaning between them feeding my hole , i felt so weak they kept. I still felt robbed, as I knew the intense morning sex we'd enjoyed was just a starter and that I'd have to wait for the main course.It was a lovely warm sunny day and when I got back from dropping my wife at the station I found Jane sitting in a recliner outside her van so I went over to talk to her. She was wearing white cropped pants and a strappy top that showed her ample cleavage. She was reaching forward to paint her toenails a deep red shade and I noted that she was wearing a gold anklet.