I don’t know what I expected from him when he showed up, but it wasn’t a bouquet of roses, for sure. I saw this through the peephole in the door, ...nd gathered myself, checking one last time to make sure I looked alright, before I let him in. He handed me the flowers and smiled, I didn’t need to fake being surprised, I truly was; even though I’d seen them through the peephole. “What’s the occasion?” I asked, walking to the kitchen to place the flowers in a vase of water, arranging them so they. ”“And possibly dessert too,” Carla teased.Placed in front of each person was a six-piece serving of jumbo pink shrimp cocktail, each one had to be close to an inch and a half in diameter.Dan watched as Jenny and the other girl poured each one’s glass of champagne. He noted that the girls seemed to take their time standing between the guests as they poured the drinks. She smiled at him as his eyes took in her revealing breasts as she poured his glass.Jenny let out a subtle sigh, her body gently. ”“Yes, I’m sure. Fuck me.”I moved up between his legs and holding them apart by his ankles, I positioned my cock head at his opening. I pushed a little until just my head was inside him then stopped, waiting for him to get used to me being inside him. When he didn’t say and do anything, I pushed in a little more. I saw him grimace but he didn’t say anything. I pushed in more then more and soon was fully inside him, my balls resting against the back of his thighs. God he felt good. He was. ’ the man mumbled. He must have thought that he said it light enough not to be heard but Thomas was quick to turn around and jump in front of the guy. ‘Excuse me. Would you mind repeating that for me. I didn’t quite catch what you said after ugly, nasty whore.’ ‘Fuck you man.’ Trista was too determined to stay and drink. She knew that she couldn’t let Thomas get into a fight. If that was to happen the only way it would end was him being thrown out and she would be forced to leave. Thomas didn’t.