"Talk about boring." I could be there in half an hour," Laura said, with a lilt in her voice.Brandi chuckled. "I guess that's easier than me getting l...st in my rented car in some rough San Francisco neighborhood where they don't respect girls with muscles." Especially when I do," Laura teased, feeling the pulse beat in her throat at the mere memory of Brandi's extraordinary muscles."Pretty white lady, you sound like you might be happy to see me. Maybe as happy as I will be to see you."Laura. Unlike the girls, Sylvia hadn’t had a boob job but she didn’t need too, nature sufficed. The landlady lifted an eyebrow at what was going on but a party of six was not to be sneezed at. Jack was drinking at the bar having delivered the clients.“I had taken those two for high class tarts except they are happily having a meal with your ex-mother in law. Mind you Sylvia is showing off her charms more than normal.”“I might as well tell you that your right and quite surprisingly Sylvia who is. MMM she was thinking that he looked really nice, no GOOD, but he would never look at her with any mmm desires.Then she put on the sweat shirt and the feel of it rubbing against her nipples sent more sexy thoughts through her. MMMM he is so hot looking but he would never look at me twice. Still the thought of his clothes rubbing against her naked body made her tingle all over and before she knew is her pussy was getting wet. OH DAMN it I have to stop thinking about him and sex and oh I am. This was all happening too quickly, but my mind told me that it actually would be 'a laugh’ - what could possibly go wrong?As Duncan opened the door I had a good look at him and his friend. Like the other two, he was about 20 years old. Duncan was about 5ft 7", 12 stones (170lb), with very short brown hair and was wearing combat shorts and a red striped t-shirt. Paul was much taller - over 6ft, with long unkempt hair and a ragged goatee beard. He was wearing an Iron Maiden t-shirt and baggy.