During the walk we introduced ourselves. Her name was Melinda Duncan, called Mel by her friends, and she had been stood up by her soon to be ex-boyfri...nd. Mel was quite distraught as we moved from the bar to the restaurant and it was quickly evident that she was angry. Then, as we were seated, she seemed to relax and her anger abated slightly as she told of her boyfriend having failed to keep a date with no notice again. This had been the third time she’d been left waiting. . . and the last!. The vibrations were so low and teasing, she loved every minute of it. It was much easier to bear knowing that the teasing would have a fantastic finale later in the evening, even if she wasn’t getting off now. Allison gasped with delight when they pulled up to the restaurant… it was the same one he’d first taken her to. The one he’d taken her to for their final ‘date’ as well, and walking inside she found that he had again requisitioned the same booth and even the same waiter (who leered at. Happy had considered it a bit of luck that a new man was coming with a new wife. It was just the thing that would win people's sympathy to the pair and assure the success of Happy's demands, he had figured. But for some reason, he had assumed that it was a second or third marriage. Well, maybe it was... for the ambassador. The big man's brown eyes quickly appraised the generous tits, if they weren't padded, and the neat and shapely stockinged legs. She was a pert little dish, he admitted to. How about we have one more day together and then promise to never let it happen again.Her: I’m sure about one thing and that’s the bulge in your pants. Watching that bulge and talking about yesterday has me stirred up as well. If you can keep your promise I think we should head to the rec room and put on some porn.After setting up the porn tape, we both undressed and sat beside one another on the sofa. I slipped my hand onto her thigh and gently massaged my way to her pussy. I massaged her.