Glenn had been the one initiating things with Maria, and he took it to a new level when he pushed his chair back from the table and started unfastenin... his belt and pants. He pulled off her breast and pushed her to her knees in front of him, as he said, “Damn, little lady, you’ve got me so turned on that I need to relieve the pressure in my balls. Come on, sweetie, wrap those thick lips around little Glenn here, and there’s a hundred dollars in it for you.”Marie glanced over at me, looking for. She whispered in my ear, ‘I hope he is watching us.’ Referring, I assume to the driver. At this point I had to remove her hand from rubbing my cock as I didn’t want to leave any telltale sign on the front of my pants, at least at this point.I placed my hand on her thigh and she opened her legs as much as her skirt would let her. I slid my hand up the inside of her thigh until my fingers came in contact with her pussy. The sheer material of her boy shorts did little to contain the wetness of her. “What? What do you mean?” I had always been very open with my mum and I didn't have any problem talking to her about girls but there really wasn't a lot to talk about.“Well...are you seeing anyone?”“No. Not lately.” “Anyone you want to be seeing?”“Yeah, just about every girl I meet.” We both laughed.For the rest of dinner the conversation stayed mostly on my love life, something my mum had always been interested in, and combined with the wine my mind was wandering. When I had said 'every girl'. " How are they selling, anyway?" Oh, they're selling all right," George said. "I mean, I didn't expect to have spectacular sales, but they've been all right. We'll make out all right, and have them around for a while." Well, just so long as you're not buried in them for the next ten years," Mike said. "I was talking with Fred Linder over in Warsaw a week ago Sunday about it, and he seemed pretty pleased with it. He said it's solving his Christmas present problem, too." I can't believe Christmas.