My normally messy dirty blond turned to a disaster. Her breath across my cheek was as hot and inviting as every inch of skin that lay under me. We'd h...ve made out fiercely for minutes or hours or days. Sara couldn't wait. I felt my boxers sliding down. She wrapped my dick in her fist. I turned to see her impish grin; Carmen kept kissing, licking and biting my jaw to my ear.We communicated without words, Sara and I. She was grinning madly and her eyes flashed to Carmen. There was only one member. I couldn’t help but look when she leaned over and the loose sundress fell forward, revealing a snow white chest and the upper mounds of her breasts.As Millie handed me my beer she caught me staring. I think we both blushed again, then each finished what was left of the beers.“I’ll ... I’ll get us another one,” she finally said, breaking the prolonged silence.“Did you know I was born on a farm?” she asked, once she returned with two beers.I shook my head, “No,” not understanding what being born. For some reason, I selected the most revealing black dress Icould find. It looked absolutely fabulous on me. I wanted black silkstockings and the highest heels I could find. After spending a lot oftime on my make up and on my hair, I gasped at the ravishing blondebeauty staring back at me in the mirror. He met me at the appointed time and his jaw actually dropped inadmiration when he saw me. I secretly glowed. Dinner was extraordinary. He was strangely silent and let me domost of. It had been a fairly sunny day, and the sun through the windows had the apartment a bit warmer than I’d have liked, so I opened all of the windows, and set up one of my floor fans as an exhaust fan, to draw the warm air out and get a cooler breeze through the place. I had this old, falling-apart Better Homes & Gardens Cookbook – you know, the one with the red plaid cover – that my mother had given me, and that was a lifesaver. I sure don’t recall mom ever doing all of this for spaghetti sauce,.