Sixty minutes later, I had explained my situation to three different people, including why I needed a romantic picnic for three. My audiences were Jil...ian, Christoph, the sous chef, and Mabel the head of hospitality services on the beach. Along with the advice from the sous chef that I should have my head examined he agreed to substitute a walnut sauce for their pecan one, leave off the goat cheese and make the picnic I asked for. The negotiations included a substantial gratuity for several. Another gloomily October in Michigan.It was only seven thirty and it was already dark. The only good thing about autumn was what was just beginning to happen to the trees all around. Beautiful colors forming from the dying of the leaves.Of course, Andrea couldn't have cared less about all of that. Tonight was the night she'd be planning for all week. Tonight was the night that her best friend Cindy was going to spend the night and she'd been absolutely giddy all day. She and Cindy always had so. I have a soft hug and enquired about Uncle. He had taken his medications and gone to bed already. I took a bath and Shaila cleared the guest bedroom for me. I came out from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around. She just looked at me wished good night and turned to leave the room.She was wearing her usual satin gown with her boobs protruding out in the fabulous outline. Her dark black hair loosely tied. I could see the panty lining sticking to her gown. I gently held her hand as she turned. We’re talking some gold plated pussy here. You guessed it — I talked myself into the deal. So this is how a happily married, church-going conservative hooked up with and spent a night of sin fucking the living double of his high school girlfriend. I travel a lot in my work, finding my way to Las Vegas is practically a detour. I could actually make it a business-related trip and work it into my expense account. All my boss asks for is a business-related purpose and everything I charged.