.turns out it was the strawberry sauce for her cheesecake, not bbq sauce We laughed and went back to the car, and called it a night, but she invited m... to karaoke the next night, so I made a new plan. I had never done it, but decided i was going to sing "I can’t fight this feeling anymore" for her. If you know the words of the song they fit really well "what started out as friendship has grown stronger", etc. However, they had other REO songs, but not that one!!!....grrrrrr!!! So I sang. Until finally, with champagne running through my veins, I marched my wobbly legs right up to the back of my mystery man, prepared myself to tap on his muscular shoulder- and then quickly turned back the other direction, shocked and horrified at my brashness. ‘Excuse me,’ a voice growled next to my ear. The very sound was intoxicating, and I knew it had to be him. ‘Yes?’ I smiled softly as I looked over my shoulder at him. His face was inches away from mine, and I could faintly smell alcohol on. So I put the left overs in the fridge and found exactly what I was looking for while I was in there. I came back into the den with my hands behind my back and asked my sister if she was ready for her surprise dessert. She said that she was so I told her to close her eyes and I would bring it to her. So she closed her eyes and that's when I brought out the can of whipped cream. I told her to keep her eyes closed and then I sprayed some on each of her nipples. I think that the cold was a bit of a. The women were both in their mid-40s and were both still clothed. One was very pretty with long greying blonde hair. The other was a sporty looking brunette. As I walked by, they both looked right at me, and the blonde looked at my crotch, then at my face, made eye contact with me, and smiled. I grabbed a water, then cooled off by standing on the edge of the cliff. After a few minutes, I walked back to the hottest pool, very clumsily climbed between the three clothed women, and sat down in the.