Clear off.’ ‘Okay, I’ll confess – I lied. I’m secretly a member of the Los Angeles socialite elite.’ There was a gasp from the crowd and s...lence as the assembly watched to see how Freddie would react to this hard-ass dame. He went behind the bar, rare for him these days: ‘Your first drink is on the house, Zelda.’ ‘A shot glass, no ice, one third ouzo, two thirds orange juice.’ Freddie mixed the drink, his face impassive, his heart pounding. He knew of no other person who drank ouzo to that. A little about my background: I am an only child born to a very young sixteen year old and his 13 year old girlfriend. The guy of whom I know very little about left the town where my paternal grandfather was posted in the army before my mother could get a chance to tell him. She being so young and naïve never knew she was pregnant until the bump started showing and by then she had lost complete touch with that mysterious boy. My maternal grandparents brought my mother and myself up until. The dress fits me real tight around my hips since my measurements are 35-22-37, a fact that does not go unnoticed by the patrons. Mrs. Martin watches as the men are always looking at my ample bottom flexing under the tight dress and I get quite aroused knowing they are. She tells me that Judge Mahoney takes particular interest in my bottom when I walk around the restaurant. We just laugh it off because as she puts it he must be old enough to be my grandfather but even that does not stop me. It was still very wet from her last orgasm. "Why don't you just lay on your tummy with a pillow under your hips, and I'll try you out from a new direction." As I said this, I helped her turn over and arrange the pillow beneath her. She giggled doubtfully at the arrangement as I settled between her spread legs and lay my hands on the plump, pale cheeks of her baby smooth, unblemished and at the moment, raised bottom. She peeked at me over her shoulder as I spread her cheeks with my fingers and.