"hows it going dame?"i asked pretending to not care."i really liked the show,i haven't laughed that hard since i saw woody allen preform his stand up.... thanks babe,"i say giving her a seducing smile.glancing down at her wearing her leg warmers.i think about rubbing them."you like to laugh?"she smiles."yes,of course young man,i like to laugh a lot."she said frolicking her poofed up thin hair with her skinny,veiny and witch like hand.i knew she needed a my dick."i know how to make a broad. Obviously it didn't work out like that or i would not be writing this story. When the time came to pick her up i had a big lump in my throat. We had agreed that i would pick her up on the corner of a little park not far from work. I could see her walking towards the car in my rearview mirror. She looked amazing, making heads turn left and right. She walked like a model on the catwalk. Elegance and grace combined with smoldering sex-appeal. My resolve was crumbling long before she entered the. We had a straight table with three on each side. It did not have the ocean view our usual table had but that was of little consequence. Rhonda was on my left and Carrie on my right. Their spouses were diagonally across from them with Susan directly across from me and between the men. The only thing unusual about this last meal together was the amount of alcohol consumed. Three nice bottles of Australian wine were ordered and consumed. That was followed by after dinner drinks. Benedictine is my. . I know I should have stopped you... but you're too big... too strong."Was she trying to pretend I'd forced her? "Damn, Irene, you're a great fuck," I said roughly as I slipped my hand down to her bushy quim and found her clitoris with my index finger. "I want more of you, baby," I said crudely and as I felt a responsive tic of her hips I added, "And you do too, don't you?" But... hanh... but Joe? It's wrong. You're married... she's my friend... what if you made me pregnant?" She was gazing at.