She waves him away toward the shower so that she can finish getting ready.Fifteen minutes later, Casey is out of the shower and dressed. About another...quarter hour after this, Jessica is walking into the living room, her hair fixed and her makeup completed, but nevertheless she is in a bathrobe. “Fuck, you look good,” he says. “I’m not entirely certain that the bathrobe is going to be good attire for lunch though.”Jessica smiles at him, giggling a little. “You don’t think so?”She walks to the. ”“No ‘buts’, Bethany.”“Go with him, honey,” Harry said to her. “Please.”She sighed and nodded. About an hour later, we showered, individually, then dressed for dinner. I’d brought along one of my sport coats and a nice pair of slacks, plus a good pair of leather loafers. Bethany put on a skirt and blouse, and a jacket that matched the skirt. Once we were dressed, we headed to the country club where we’d been for our very first date.“Do you remember that first time here?” she asked.“How could I. I’ve wanted since the first day of shooting…” “You wanna be my bitch Natalie? You wanna be my little lezzie bitch?” Mila taunted, “I can see why… you’re so tight. Either that fiancé of yours hasn’t been fucking you enough, or he isn’t equipped to give you the type of fucking you need.”Natalie blushed, “He…”“Don’t try and defend him and his tiny cock.” Mila snapped as she picked up the pace, the stronger thrusts easily enough to keep Natalie moaning incoherently, “God Natalie, have you ever even. Oh sure, like I’d be able to say anything now. “Why don’t you take Ginger out for a walk and I’ll finish getting dinner ready.” She smiled.During dinner, Marissa slid her sandals off and ran her toes up under my pant leg and up my shin. She smiled at me coyly. “I think that I’m going to get lucky tonight,” I said.“If you play your cards right you might,” she replied, licking her lips seductively. I could see her nipple bumps under the tank top and her toes slid up my shin. Her toes made my.