Flustered, Yvonne grabbed Anne back “Yes I’m sorry, nerves,” she giggled then hiccuped. “God, I’m in a right state!”“Try a dressed crab,...new supplier, meant to be the best,” said Anne reassuringly. “It will go really well with the champers.”Yvonne smiled weakly and popped the speciality into her mouth. It was divine, the taste sweeping away her nerves.Drink in hand, Yvonne stepped into the main banqueting room and fixed a smile to her face. A handsome blonde woman in her fifties gave her a. On the way up he leaned down and kissed my knee.I made a small approving sound. That was only the second or third time his mouth had touched me anywhere. We’d been “together” for two months and he hadn’t offered to kiss me until last week and just now. If he wanted to kiss me, he just needed to do it. As with other things, I might have to take charge on that one.When his hand finally reached my crotch I already was heating up. It didn’t take long for me to respond to his technique.As he stroked. "Yours was 33cc I have a 40cc and a 65cc either would be fine as a replacement. You might get a little more speed with the 65cc since I could put a larger roller on it." he said."That might be nice when I am in traffic." I admitted."It wouldn't me much maybe five to eight more miles an hour," Blondie suggested."Okay go with the big one. Tomorrow at noon you said?" Yes noon tomorrow," he replied.It was after 3PM when I answered my phone. I was still in the bike shop but ready to leave. "Good. She tried to keep her pretty head up but the humiliation of her current situation made her hang her head in shame and repugnance."Hang the witch and let her twitch!"Coarse laughter and ribald comments made the few women present chuckle obscenely and even to make nasty gestures that were fairly common over a thousand years later.One aggressive matron even reached out and tore the girl's dress from her shoulder causing one of her magnificent breasts to spill out for public observation. She tried.