’ Hayden reached over and patted her leg. Kitty was wearing a short skirt and the vehicle being a roadster meant the laid-back seating position had ...xposed almost the total length of her thighs. Hayden’s hand was quite close to the edge of Kitty’s panties. As he finished saying a bit of rough talking suited an attorney with family connections back into the Wild West, they looked at his hand on the long length of olive skin. ‘Remove you hand but don’t say sorry.’ Hayden did what he was told and. It felt awkward, especially given how his head wasnow in between Linda's high heels. He had no idea what the point of thiswas, but he would find out soon enough he guessed.He was right, a few seconds later Linda quickly slipped her stockingcovered feet out of her high heels and placed one square across hisface. The foot felt warm and slightly damp. It ran all the way from hisforehead to his chin right over his nose and mouth. Linda's feet hadquite a disgusting strong vinegary smell to them. It. He walked over to the miniature fridge, which was under the counter almost directly opposite the bed and crouched down as he perused its contents.There was a modest assortment of spirits, but right now Paul’s throat was dry and he was in the mood for something her could really slam down, so he grabbed a beer. "Momma’s Secret Ale." At first Paul didn’t recognize the brand name at all, but then he recalled that he had heard of it once or twice. It was a microbrewery in a nearby county, if he. That would help a lot.”“Sure, I could do that.”“Thanks.”I took the pizza and put it on the table with the rest of the food. I walked back into the house. She was drinking some fruity drink and dancing to some music. She looked amazing. I figured I’d flirt with her and give her a ton of compliments. Older women like that shit.“You’re a complete knockout. Best looking woman at this party. You’re such a good dancer. I bet you could dance better than anybody at this party.”She started to blush and.