I smiled and leaned into him as his hand came to rest on my knee. ‘Maybe I’m thinking of getting drunk and taking advantage of you…. no, we are ...etting ourselves drunk on our own accord. We just happen to be next to each other at the bar talking while doing it?’ The new drinks were set down and we downed them. He had another while I nursed my pint. I said, ‘The good thing with having a beer is I can coast a bit.’ ‘Yeah, maybe I’ll get a glass of water.’ ‘Ah, so you have a third hand hidden. My parents were divorced and he would always ask me questions about my mom. He would also tell me about his girlfriends describing their bodies and telling me some day he would show me naked photos of them when we got to know each other better. He always asked personal questions about my mom and I enjoyed talking about her. He was the only one I told about seeing her naked and touching her when she was asleep.He had work for me just about every day and I seen more and more of his massive cock.. It was as if they had both been waiting all their lives for that moment. They kissed, and kissed, and kissed -- and kissed some more. Eventually, the arm holding the mistletoe slowly lowered and he let the sad cutting fall to the ground. He took her in both arms, his hands going on her hips to slowly lift the hem of her dress, his palms kneading her butt through tights. Their kiss subsided, and he took her hand and led her to the big armchair directly opposite the one I occupied. He sat down. Angie wasted no time and dragged him over towards thefootwear department."The fucking blouses button up the wrong way," Malcolm whined; againpretending ignorance in the matter of female attire."No they don't; men's shirts button up the wrong fucking way, youlummox," she quipped, and continued to drag him along by his sleeve.When they got to the ladies footwear section it was blessedly easy. Angiewent straight to a pair of black, patent leather, high heeled sandals.Malcolm made a stupid gaffe as.