Her father looked at her. “I am old enough.”“I’ll have to ask for ID,” our waitress said. Alex made a mad dash through her purse for her wal...et and card. “Oh, a young one indeed. A week-old belated happy birthday!”“Thank you.” Alex turned with a big smile to her father. “Daddy?”“I’m driving. Perhaps Gene’s the one you should be buttering up?” He gave her a look. I tried not to blanch. I’d wager my ludicrous guess of the price of dinner was still lowballed. “To relax our young man, it’s going to. " Right. I'm going back to Arthur Wellesley and the Second Battle of Copenhagen." Yes, dear. Enjoy yourself."After dinner I phoned Perth, spoke to Mum and got the plans straight for the weekend. Dad's biggest concern seemed to be that Rachel and I dressed properly. Then I tried to pull my thoughts together where the Napoleonic wars in the Baltic were concerned. It all seemed so small. European distances were tiny. From Copenhagen to Madrid is half the distance of Sydney to Perth. In Stuart's. Eventually I felt Stephanie’s hand on my shoulder, gently pulling me away. “I think that hot little butt hole has had enough attention for now,” she suggested. Reluctantly I pulled my tongue from Lexi’s still trembling pooper. Her once tight little rectal portal puckered rapidly back and forth, and I fluttered my tongue around its pink wrinkled rim as a parting gesture of love. As I teased her with my oral skills, her rectum slowly closed down on itself, restoring its original tightly. An off the wall personality, foul mouth, blunt attitude, and so fucking friendly I was laughing and truly enjoying myself more than I had in awhile. It was sad to see it end. Until she surprised me."Come over to my house. Unless you have to go home and go to sleep?" Bridget said.I didn't hesitate. "Nope. I can follow you to your house. Let's go," I said.It took about a half hour to get there. By the time we made it to Bridget's house, it was just after 10am. I wasn't even remotely tired,.