Idon't think you ever did more bar tending that popping a lid on a beerand maybe pouring from some decanter or bottle a few milliLiters to servesome c...stomer. No creativity. No imagination. It's always the same.'Olga thought on that. She was certainly creativive. And without a doubtimaginative. Her whole birthday party set at a mall cost her parents anexorbitant amount of funds. But, it was a great success financially.Crazy cute girls had the store to peruse and found items that they. Jane shuddered with desire. All evening Rob had been such a gentleman, reserved almost, and this comment came as a welcome surprise. 'Oh really? Care to elaborate on that?' Jane replied with a broad smirk on her face. She loved when guys talked dirty and the expectation of what Rob would say was almost too much. She found herself getting wet at the thought of it. 'Well for starters I'd do this' and unexpectedly Rob, with his hand still on Jane's neck, placed his other hand on the small of her. I didn't at all mind that he was unbuttoning my shirt and stripping off my bra with his gorgeous eyes. I'd forgotten how straightforward he could be, and it was quite the rush to be so blatantly admired. I crossed my legs and twisted slightly to the side so he could ogle my mamas in profile.'Let me think,' he said. 'Ancient Greek Philosophy, The History of Existentialism, Ethics, and one other - don't tell me - yes! Introduction to Phenomenology. Am I right?'I laughed. 'You are! I am so. I had soaked my underwear clear through. I couldn’t believe how wet I was just from watching this act between Molly and the man. The man was now making Molly lie down on the bed. He undressed completely, and then he was climbing on top of Molly and pulling her knickers down. I watched with eyes wide opened as the man pushed his sex into Molly’s. I hardly noticed that my fingers had begun to play with my own sex. The man was moaning out, but not nearly as loud as Molly was. I heard somebody.