We sat there sipping our drinks, looking at the crowd hoping to find someone. We noticed a good looking woman sitting alone. Soon the glancing game be...an and we began flirting with our eyes.Very soon I got an idea that she has been stood up or was looking for some fun. Taking a breath we approached her. I guessed that she was about forty. She had on a pink top that accentuated her breasts, which must have been about 34C, and a tight pant. It was kind of glued to her luscious hips, thighs and. She was still beautiful, even more so than the last time I saw her. The way the moonlight reflected off her face made it seem like she was almost glowing. We had so much history between us but at this moment, she seemed like a stranger to me. We had grown up together and our parents had been friends long before we were born. She had seen me through my awkward and dorky teen years and I was witness to her tom-boy childhood. She had changed so much since then."How are your parents doing?" she. I spread my legs a little so he could see my little hole, which was still wet from playing with my sis. I was just out of his reach. I was putting my hands behind my back thrusting my breasts out and playing tired. As he was finished I was brushing my tits against his chest then I sat down. After he finished washing his hands he waited for me to finish. I got up cleaned my hands and he reached me the towel but let it fall to the floor ‘by accident’. He kneeled down and when getting up he. If you come round and pay it some attention, I’ll cook you dinner.”“Um, Claire, I don’t know anything about waste pipes. I think you’d better call in a professional plumber.”Yes, I know I’m not the sharpest knife in the drawer.“Not my waste pipe waste pipe, silly! I want a repeat of last Monday and I can’t wait any longer.”Actually, that sounded quite a pleasant way to spend Sunday evening since I had nothing else planned.“What time? And do you want me to bring anything to drink?”I could almost.