"Can you do that for me love? Do you mind rubbing my front side for me now?" Brandi asked, as she moved toward me, pulling my hands up to her perfect,...large breasts. My hands instinctively began to massage the mounds, tweaking the nipples with my finger tips. "Mmmmmm. That's perfect, Jesse. Just like that," Brandi said with a sexual purr. Brandi stopped my massaging momentarily to pull my shirt off and to nearly rip my jeans clean off of me. She saw my rigid cock poking through my boxers and. “You keep calling me lass, but I’ll bet you my best dress I’ve got a year or two on you, Henley!”Smythe had to pretend his mustache was itchy to hide the smile that bloomed on his face. Unless Elsa of Rostin was one hundred and six years old, then she was mistaken by a fair margin. “A woman’s age is not something I concern myself with, Elsa,” he told her smoothly. “Especially when she’s as pretty as you are.”Elsa blushed crimson, but Smythe hardly noticed. Aran’s vala had just doubled in. “Down the street, your daddy’s brother and their parents lived in a regular ranch style house, a style popular at the time.“Julian, your bio-dad, lived there with his mom and dad. Blake your dad here, was older and already out and on his own. At any rate, the parents of your dad here and Julian were killed in an auto accident.“Anyway, like I said, I needed to get me a place and a job, and well, be an adult. I got lucky. Julian took me in and took care of me. We became close, eventually got. Waiters prowled among the tables taking during ordersto the sitting ladies. A waiter stopped by our table and offeredChampagne. We each took a flute and sipped at it while the remainingladies took their seats at the tables. I looked up and noticed thatthere was a second floor with one large table at the far end of thedancehall. It gave a commanding view of the room. I assumed it was forVIP's and other distinguished guests. As I looked around the room, Imade a rough count of the people in the.