I reached down to retrieve the card and was flabbergasted at what I saw under the table. Celine and Renée sat facing each other, as did Monique and J...anine. Their short summer skirts were hiked up and their opposite legs were stretched out straight. They were wearing no underwear whatsoever and were obviously playing “Footsie” with each other’s pussy under the table! Could this have been the “Table Talk” Laura spoke of? When I rose back up with her retrieved card, every face at the table was. I told you we wanted a place he could visit without having to get a motel room every time he visited, sort of a waste now I guess, but it’s leased and paid for two full years. So I guess it’s mine for the time being,” she supplied.Something about that struck a jealous chord in him that he didn’t know existed. He really didn’t like this guy paying for anything for Silk. Maybe he would change that. Then he thought about her father. What a jerk, but he knew not to say that to her, “That’s fine,. Thankfully she wasnt amish.we exchanged phone numbers and email addresses.but i guess everyone does that at these functions,especially after a couple of cocktails.we left the conference centre and went our separate ways. a couple of days later i emailed her and suggested we get together and mull over the ideas from meeting and she readily agreed.we agreed to meet in the bar at the hilton downtown.at this moment i had no idea what was to happen.however i did have a few ideas of what i would like. The invite was for today, and that’s how he’d arrived at Becky and Mike’s house. The invite had been for a catch up and general chit chat, nothing more, although maybe what was unspoken was more a powerful reason to accept the invitation… When John had arrived he’d knocked at the door hesitantly. After a short wait Becky opened the door. She looked great in her casual white top and jeans. John didn’t want to stare but it seemed Becky had chosen not to wear a bra, and her breasts looked amazing.