"Sir..."I wait nervously as he prepares the drink, hoping the waitress doesn't comeover, that Graham doesn't come over.. and that I'm not drawing anya...tention... it seems to take ages, but maybe that's just my fear..."Here you go 'sir' hope your boyfriend likes it..." Oh.. he does sir," I reply placing the drinks on an offered tray. He'squickly off to serve someone else, so I quickly tip out a little of thelager and pour the vodka's into it... then take the lager and the champagneand carefully. Then she pulled me back into a tight embrace and full on snog. It started to rain lightly but we hardly noticed we were so into each other. Kissing lips, tongues, necks, fondling her breasts through her top and her running her hand up my thigh. My cock was straining in my jeans… ‘Shall we go somewhere warmer?’ my hand on the inside of her thigh, so close to her pussy I could feel the heat. ‘No, I want you here on this bench’ and she rubbed my cock through my jeans, opening her legs wider. My. I’m not sure I’d ever seen anything more adorable in my life.Our conversation was limited on the drive back and Liz seemed to want to make up for it when we were safely ensconced in her suite.“Oh my God!” she exclaimed when the suitcases were safely stowed away. “I love, love, love you!”She jumped on me. I caught her but we both fell backward onto the bed. Liz was giggling as she tossed her sunglasses and bandana away. She wore a shirt the same color purple as her bandana and pair of tight. Robynn comfortably smiled and made her way around the back of the van. And there he was.Damn. The glare of the sun reflecting off the glass made it difficult to see his face."I made a phone call." He grunted. "A wrecker is on the way." He was fiddling with some tools.Robynn just kinda stood there thinking of something to say. "Thank you." The simple response and the most honest."You're welcome." He said and then walked around the other side of the van.Robynn wanted to follow but was so dazed at.