.. the layers of cloth could not conceal the fact that her nipples were hard and I could not believe I was turning her on. At last we sat on the couch...beginning to kiss and hug. I risked touching the side of her breast recieving a sigh instead of the slap I expected. Growing bolder I placed my hand on the from of one and massaed it, "Oh! Oh!," she sighed. Growing more nervous, more excited and more bold I fumbled with her blouse finally opening a couple of buttons and exposing her glorious. As we drank and relaxed with the wine she was here is some more Sarah and as I was now closer I saw on the tray a few joints and a lighter. after she filled my glass I sat back down Lynn said when you have good wine, good friends you need need some good weed as well.She handed me the joint and I just kind of looked at it.Lynn was like don't tell me you have never ever had a joint. I told was not that just not done it since my high school days is all, she was well take it slow till it feels good. "Isurrender, there isn't a move I can make that you can't match, you win,"he was smiling and all around us the diners had forgotten the food anddrink and were on their feet applauding. Maria spun down to us and theyeach took a hand and we bowed to them and turned ourselves to applaudthe band and then they walked me back to our table. John was on hisfeet. "You were superb," he said. "Truly superb, all of you." Peterbowed. "Senor Clint, I return the butterfly who would be a hawk to yourcare. It was open 24/7. Maybe someone he knew would be there. A young couple had the corner table in the rear. They were silent and sipped their coffee. Roger nodded to Jim. Jim sat on one of the stools. “Nine o’clock, the man with the felt hat”, whispered RogerJim turned around and looked at the middle-aged bald man. He remembered seeing him in the neighbourhood. Jim was 50 and worked part-time so he had lots of time on his hands. The man with the hat saw him. They exchanged looks. Both men seemed.