Her hand and finger movements, so delicately placed, moved with grace and purpose. Spreading my tender folds of wetness to reveal a deeper pond waitin..., all I could do... wanted to do, was give myself to her! She massaged my pussy with the same deliberateness she had ministered to me while elevating me to this place. Like the first flicker by her tongue on my nipple that seemed an eternity ago, her fingers danced around my puffed-up clit. The wetness from within provided all the lubrication. The thing that is even more strange is you invited me to bring a guest. You never do that either.”“Okay, if you aren’t interested, you could have just said so,” I replied.“Hell no, you don’t get off that easy,” she said. “There is a second floor tenant. Would you mind if I brought him.”“Of course not, but you can do one thing for me, stop by the bread shop and get a loaf of french bread. The kind served with spaghetti. I demanded. Don’t worry I’ll pay you back,” I promised.“I know you don’t. It would be easy. I'm fairly active. I enjoyracquet sports and snooker. I'll win anything she throws at me."What challenges?" I asked."Tennis and snooker."I grinned. Are you kidding me? I'm a club level tennis player with anaccurate serve that's been clocked at over 100mph. Serve and volley.Attack the net. I'm cocky, but fairly unbeatable. In snooker I'm thesecond best player on the league team I play with."Feeling confident?"Before I could answer a sales clerk, probably early twenties,. I woke up the next day with the scene from last night etched into my mind. I made my way down to breakfast and was determined to move on, but as I turned the corner into the restaurant there he was at the entrance. I couldn't pass by unnoticed and so decided to face it head first. "Hi, a table for one please." He looked up and saw it was me. A glimmer of recognition appeared and he had a slight smile on his face. "Yes of course sir, follow me." I sat down and then endured a further fifteen.