I down my drink and swap for his, which is full. I look at him uncomfortably, he knows I don't want to do this but I can't find a way out. His eyes pl...ad with me not to do anything that might upset these gentlemen. I remembered the conversation in the casino bar the first night Stan came on to me."Do you want him to feel me up?" If he wants to, well, yes, I want him to be able to do that." You want me to *let* him feel me up?" Yes, sure. I don?t want to make a big deal over it." All over? You. ”We started walking down the shaded path.Sara was sitting at a table at the back of the terrace outside the café; she was busy writing in a notebook. Mike led me over and introduced me.“Darling, this is Steve. I think he might be the person we’ve been looking for.” She took off her glasses and looked up at me. Mike disappeared into the café to get some drinks. Sara smiled and gestured to the chair next to her.“So Steve, you’ve obviously made quite an impression on my husband.” I sat down next. We sat down in the living room and watched the movie, half way through it she got a drink and left it on the table to go to the rest room. I got the sex drops and put two in her drink and I also put two drops in my mouth. she came back and drank the rest and sat right next to me. Ten minutes past and I started to feel my dick getting hard from the drops, I looked at her and I saw her hand under her shirt and rubbing her pussy. Im starting to get hot how about you Amber asked Yeah but the ac. The introduction was short as they all yelled “Hi!” in unison after my Aunt Lisa referred to me as her little “Sweet Pea”. I hated when she called me that as a child and despised it now, especially considering her age was just past double digits when I departed her eldest sister’s womb. I contributed the age difference to the closeness of our relationship though. The fact that she allowed me to live in her house rent free while I completed my final year at UNLV made the horrible nick name more.