They talked about all kinds of stuff. She was 21. He was 27 or so. She said that he was a nice guy, also nice looking. He finally “broke the ice...�� and said “Lets get a motel room”. My wife said “Oh no, I cant do that.” They got another round of drinks and my wife said “Crap, I cant get back on the interstate now, I am way too buzzed”. They ended up paying the tab and my wife suggested that they go sit in the car for a while.They went and got into the front seat of his car and kept. He was clicking my pictures in a compromising position. He came very close to me and was smelling the fragrance of my body. I felt his hot breath from my toe. He was slowly moving upwards and came very close to my panty and smelled my pussy juices. He knew that I was wet inside.He then came near my navel and smelt it too. He moved further upwards near my boobs. He left a heavy breath there. He did all this without touching me anywhere. He was enjoying my body wireless. He further moved upwards. "She looked at the first two. "You two can go," she said. "Anybody who'd cheat on his wife or girlfriend isn't interesting to me."They argued that it wasn't cheating, and pointed out she was married herself, but she ignored them.The only two who were left were Chuck and the body builder, who turned out to be named Maurice of all things.She asked each of them some more questions. Then she turned to one of Krebs' girls."I'll take Chuck," she said. "But I want to talk to Mr. Krebs before I agree. . so I had to quickly recover myself ... very quickly recover myself, in fact ... by outlining the progress we'd made on our new building and the fact that I'd been planning to come see him about it that very afternoon. He perked up a bit at that, said that Debbie had asked him to do some preliminary work on plans - which I'd seen, of course - but hadn't been able to give him any definite time-scales, then didn't look remotely nonplused when I told him that I'd been hoping he - or someone from.