I took a seat and waited for the old girls. I didn't wait long. In they strode, and they certainly did change clothes. Silky blouses, furling skirts, ...nd make-up & jewelry "to the nines!" I stood from my bar stool and greeted them. Each took a side, strode up to me, and gave me a peck on my cheeks. Very "granny" of them. I apologized for the tables being full. They said, "Now, never you mind. We're old - we're not dead. You just help us up on those stools and we'll be fine!" One at a time, I. It's not like he would have done anything hadthey stayed, except maybe the pranksters a piece of his mind, but itwould have felt good.Ah well, what can you do? They weren't exactly kids, mind you, andshould have been old enough to know better, but he could remember whatit had been like to be that age. Middle school, maybe early highschool at the latest. Young enough that the girls had been barenecked. Kids that age could really be twerps.Standing up and brushing himself off, Martin noticed that. You could talk well into the night until the sun comes up, and then you could keep right on going until it got dark again! This woman possesses lots of qualities – which is probably why we were together. Now, we made small talk as we waited in the excessively long line for a taxi. Eventually our taxi game, a silver Mercedes E-class. The driver put Grace’s bags in the back and we all climbed into the car and headed off. It was a short drive back to my place which Grace and I passed by continuing. She was clearly very frightened by what just came out and so I reached out and grabbed her right breast when she slapped me. I called her a bitch and pushe her against the sofa. Now I was on top of her as I forced my way to underneath her cardigan to fondle her breasts, first the left and then the right. I then ripped the front of her cardigan apart as she started to cry. She tried to slap me again but this time I pinned her arms down. As her punishment I lowered her tank top straps and pulled.