“Morning baby. Did you sleep well? I didn’t think I would, but I did. Then I woke up in your arms and something poking me.”“Um…. Yeah. Sor...y about that.”“Don’t be sorry. I’m not. It let me know how you feel about me, at least a little anyway,” Sasha said before her hand slipped down my boxers. Her hand slowly stroked my cock. Sasha’s lips met mine, slowly and passionately. Our tongues intertwined; my hands caressed her face. Electricity surged between us as we continued kissing. Sasha. ..not on my satin blouse!!" I tossed her a napkin, but she said she needed to soak if immediatrly, and removed it as I sat there with my eyes wide open. Her bra was bright white with satin cups and straps, and had a wide lace band around the lower portion. Her breasts looked larger than I remembered them to be, and my loins began to stir. "Hope you don't mind me standing here with my boobs out", she laughed, "But I had to get my blouse soaking fast." I told her I didn't mind at all, to which. She stepped back from the bed, with a very serious expression on her face. She said nothing for perhaps five minutes, but then sat next to me on the bed. Her gorgeous breasts were inches from my face, and I could smell her distictive perfume on her skin."Listen very carefully", she said in a serious tone. "I told you about our rather innocent physical contacts years ago, but not everything." I sat up on the bed and said, "Okay...let's have it." She leaned back on one arm to steady herself,. ”“Who’s doing the renovation work?”A familiar voice bellowed into the room from the door behind me, “I AM, OF COURSE.”I turned and Doug Reed strode into the room with a roll of plans under his arm. We had a great reunion. I introduced Stacy to him. She was obviously swept up in the flow of events regarding the club, blushed to almost the red color of the streaks in her hair, but was exceptionally polite and deferential.We talked about the construction process, the crews, permits he’d already.