Each of us expertly wore our friendliest masks, Nick being bold enough to even suggest that it was too bad we hadn’t spent more time together since ...he trip. But before the glaze could crack we each turned to make conversation with the other dinner guests. I know I shouldn’t have even thought about it but Sarah looked amazing again that night. She had on a backless black dress with a plunging neckline. Her lush brown hair was pinned up on her head revealing her long elegant neck. Sitting next. " she pondered out loud. "I still have to drive home later." I tell you what, if worse comes to worse I'll give you a ride later?"It was only a moment later that I realized just how perverted my remark sounded (give her a ride?). Miranda also seemed to note this, and after a brief moment of silence we both burst out laughed.It was then as I helped myself to a healthy gulp that I heard her quip, "Hey, don't make any promises you can't keep mister."I felt a chill rush up my spine as she made her. George being the perfect host had a bottle of Sancerre (my favourite) ready for us on the table. An hour of small-talk and a few refills then dinner arrived from the local Italian restaurant in Stockbridge, tasty as it always was. The delivery guys are always appreciative of being greeted at the door by a scantily clad hostess.Dinner over, dishes in the dishwasher and it was fun time.George asked Mikey and me if we wouldn't mind performing for him, mother/son a bit of a turn-on for him.Mikey. She married my dad when she was 25 and he was 38. That was 8 years ago. In that time I learned that she was nice enough as a person. She loved the outdoors and shopping, odd combination, I know.Her hair was golden blonde and it was usually let loose like a waterfall. She was five seven with long slender legs. Her breasts were a nice 36DD, and a gift from my dad. Her face was very hot, specially when she was flashing a smile.My dad Conor was a 45-year-old Irish immigrant with darkish brown hair..