Tracey was, what we call in the UK, a typical ‘Essex girl’ – BIG tits (and nicely shaped too), curvy hips, a shock of long, wavy blonde hair, wh...t looked like too many bright white teeth for her mouth and a very nice pair of legs. Her skin tight wine-red glittery dress was clearly designed to generate a rapid hard-on in any red-blooded male and I was no exception. I was ‘nursing a semi’ in seconds. Melissa, on the other hand, couldn’t have been more different. She was quite studious looking,. " I could tell that her plans didn't include me being there.Then another lady came into view. She had, to say the least, a strikingappearance. Red hair, greenish-blue eyes, a shapely bust, trim waist,child-bearing hips, and fantastic legs in a shortish skirt and highheels. "Oh,... er,... this is Cordelia. She's a sort of party planner,"explained Alice. "Cordelia, this is Dick, my husband." Well, hello," said Cordelia with a welcoming smile. "My name, Cordelia,means warm-hearted. But actually my. He told her there was a two hour wait. Instead of saying we would wait, she pulled me over toward the end of the bar.“Two menus please,” she told the bartender.I was surprised when they asked if we wanted a cocktail or drink from the bar. Elena answered for us. She ordered us both a soda. As we looked at the menu she pointed out a number of things that she said were safe bets at these types of restaurants. Once we had ordered we moved to one of the tall bar tables with stools over near the. I was invited to join them in their living room when I returned from dinner, 'for a wee dram'. When I got back in later that night I was hoping to slip by the living room and avoid that drink with the landlady and her husband- I was quite the callow young man and I dreaded such social situations to be honest, But my entrance had not got unnoticed and as I approached the stairs Brenda came out of the front room and greeted me warmly. I was quite shocked to see that she was not dressed in her day.