There! She’d called him Bob. Now I had his name.I walked over confidently, largely ignoring the girl after a quick admiring glance in her direction....I stuck out my hand. “Bob! Can I buy you a drink?”“Uhh. Sure.” Bob looked a little bewildered as I ordered him a double whiskey, trying to organize his alcohol muddled thoughts.Turning to the pretty blonde, I held out my hand. “My apologies. Call me Jack. Office bad boy. You’ve been warned.” I could see she was trying to pretend to be casual but I. Now what remained of her cherry was gone, I bottomed out inside her in only a few strokes. That was when someone knocked on the shower door. I figured one of her friends wanted to watch. They may have wanted to see the action, but I found a half-sized washcloth they told me to put in her mouth. I handed Sharon the washcloth while I reached back to re-lock the door. She turned out to be very vocal right from the start. Even though I didn’t need to do it, I looked inside her to see that showed. Lana couldn’t see her guest of course, but I know she knew exactly what she looked like and the attitude that she was exhibiting. My Lana was real good at reading people. Oh yeah,” I thought.“So what are you here for really, Missus Cord? I mean what do you expect to gain by coming here after all this time,” I said.“Short term, a visit by you at our place up there so you can see the children. And especially your son whom you’ve never met,” said Abigail.“What do you think, Lana,” I said. My. ” I fixed her a gin and tonic, the drink she was having at the bar we had just left. As I handed it to her, she murmured: “You seem to know a lot about me, I like that you remembered what I was drinking.” Judy took a couple of sips, then said, “Aren’t you going to have one?” I leaned across to her and kissed her. “I love the taste of gin on a woman’s lips, second only to the taste of honey from her pussy.” She gasped but kissed me back. I knelt in front of her and began to pull her dress up..