"No, sir, the lady arrived alone." I looked at the waiter but didn't talk. He squirmed, certain something was going on but not knowing what."Will you ...e ordering now?" he said, finally."Yes. I will have the veal piccata. The lady is on a . . . special diet. Would it be possible for you to just boil some white rice and vegetables?"The waiter looked at Tiffany then back at me. "Certainly, sir." He began to walk away."Oh, and waiter?" Yes?" Would you bring the lady two glasses of water. Twelve. With her long, dirty blonde hair, she constantly paraded around in nothing more than short shorts and a sports bra. But it was clear she got her looks from her mother. Christine, no older than 40, was a matured goddess. Beautiful brunette hair, a wonderful set of 36d breasts, and killer abs. Her and Danielle were known to go on long jogs through the neighborhood, much to the joy of its male inhabitants. Jason was often teased about his hot mother and sister. Chris, who attended the local. As we walked, Caitlyn turned to regard me speculatively."So how long have you known Nat?" asked Caitlyn."Not long I suppose. Only since we became roommates." You seem almost like sisters at times. She's very protective of you." I guess she kind of took me under her wing when we became roommates. She would make sure I did things, came out to the bar, and joined in some of the hall activities. She even took me out on double dates with her, though that was a bit of disaster, I was nowhere near as. So we started walking around and talking and she was leading us and after we walked for about 10 minutes we stopped and i looked up and we were in the thong section and i looked at yher and she said "i just thought you would like a show" and i smiled and she started picking out the smallest thongs she could find. And then we snuck into the changing room and she started giving me a show and lap dance and we started making out and i was getting very hard and she felt it rubbing up against her.