Pam chose the restaurant, an Italian hole-in-the-wall with Formica topped tables, limited chalkboard menu and great food. It was advertised by just a ...lag drooping from an upstairs window. The clientele when we arrived was largely Mediterranean workingmen. They yelled to the waiters bustling between the crowded tables. The waiters yelled back and favored Pam. By the time we left the waiting queue was students and the formally attired live show set.Pat lead me into a gelato bar on the corner. I. Usually, I'd get naked first and lay on top of the covers. I'd picture her hairy pussy while I started stroking myself, and it wasn't long before I was moaning. Then she'd start playing with her nipples. Taking them between her fingers and pulling. She'd sometimes point the nipple up to her mouth and suck on it, all the while watching me stroke my cock. She didn't always use her vibrator. Sometimes she would stick her fingers in her mouth, make them very wet, the saliva dripping off them, then. We could also use those extra commissions right now.”Max was pleased that we would at least consider being the hosts for those men, and then he mentioned one other thing, saying, “Maybe there is something we could do to get you and Eva more relaxed about this. We are having a hypnotist at the party, just as a novelty to entertain our employees and guests, and maybe we could get her to hypnotize Eva, and make the suggestion that everything would work out fine, and not to be distressed. She could. "I'll dry you off."I will never forget the next few moments as long as I live. My grandfather pulled himself to the steps at the deep end and hauled himself over the side of the pool. Naked, I could see his big balls, tightly pressed against his body, hanging just beneath his asshole, as he spread his legs to climb out.He stood and turned toward me. His chest was hairy, and his nipples were dark brown. His arms were muscular, and his body had the healthy shape of a guy that works at keeping in.