She already had her shorts on, and I asked if she intended to wear her pink track jacket."Yes, why do you ask?" she said, frowning."Any chance of you ...ot wearing a bra?"I had been trying for a while to get Meg to be bolder about how she dresses but hadn't had any luck. Imagine the shock when she said, "Okay," willingly.From the moment Meg put the jacket on, I admired the way she looked. When she moved, her natural breasts swayed, and her nipples - God, her erect stubby nipples - pushed against. I sat at the table watching him. He turned around and I could see his bath robe was not as tightly fastened as it was previously. He placed the tea on the table and pulled out the chair next to mine, as he sat down he showed a generous amount of tanned toned thigh.We started discussing the car he enquired about as he perused brochure I had given him. He was getting closer and I could feel his knee resting against mine, I glanced down and I could see even more thigh as his robe opened more.As we. After three glasses of Moet et Chandon, she calmed and loosened and we cuddled, kissed and touched like furtive teenagers. Getting each other horny, heading to the club disappointed me. We hadn't fucked alone in over a year. And the club--some hip new wave nonsense--did nothing for me. We danced and flirted and it helped ease the pain of the place. I noticed her glancing distractedly and saw a man even less likely to be where we were. Older by ten years and gray haired, he wore a much younger. But would they tell me? What would they tell her? Plus they may be on the same flight." Well you have her telephone number don't you?" Yes." Well do a reverse search. Some websites do that." Reverse what?" Reverse search. You supply the telephone number and they supply the address."Ray gave him some sites to try out."Thanks man I really owe you one." Luke stated."I hope it works out for you. I think you're right about at least trying. It's great to see you do this. I just hope it's not Don.