One, tell them how pretty they are (even if not true) and two, tell them that they got married too soon and how they are missing out on all the fun. A...d a third thing, if needed, tell them that they deserve better if they even hinted at being unhappy at home.So here I am, sitting with Jamie, the first married woman I would have in a group of many. I was nervous and unsure but her flirting made it so easy. A few drinks later and the mind games mentioned above had her in my hotel room on her tip. He took a few minutes to choose his walking stick, walking a few feet with one, putting it back, then choosing another. He finally made up his mind and took the one with the ivory handle and the rosewood stem. The dealer had told him it had once belonged to a famous French poet but there was nothing to prove it. He also wore his top hat, as a gentleman should, but only a buttoned up vest over his shirt. Monsieur Henri crossed the street and hailed one of the numerous carriages which. . like a man she desired.More often than not, when she’d talk to me face to face, she’d taunt me with a sexy smile, then run her hand down over my chest, all the way to my fly, causing my dick to lurch imagining how good it would feel if I was ever lucky enough to get with a woman like her. It was like she couldn’t be close without putting her hands on me, brushing her breasts against my body or leaning in and touching her lips to my ear whenever she murmured to me in a sexy whisper, making. "Oh that’s fine" Ellen assured" we're just glad you could make it."Just wish I had had enough time to take a shower" Raven complained."There's showers right up the hill there" Eli announced pointing his thumb back over his head."Yeah I know. But it’s getting dark out there. A little too scary for me.” Raven said."Hey I'll go with you. I could use one too" Ellen replied excitedly.Now it was Joe and Raven's plan that was in play. As the two women made it up the path to the showers, Raven told.