"Grazie, signor Tito Tinto". Italians, as soon as they see a client with two great gorgeous blonde beautiful warm women in his company, they get very ...riendly and generous indeed! I know my occasion, when I get one: with a wink I ask him for two of his best bottles. Anne sighs, smiles as she sees from which year we got & signs our bill. We get on our way, back to mighty Miss !Anne holds hands with Cathy in our walk back to the big 'bottom' of . Cathy opens quietly the black back-door. She goes. From then on we started seeing each other mainly as friends. It was driving me crazy.She has the perfect ass and beautiful 36 double-D natural breasts. I can't tell you how many times I masturbated to the thought of doing anything and everything to her. Oh my god, she was sexy. As life had it, we started telling each other stories of some of our other partners. Of course these partners I speak of were the duds we both had.Then it happened. We went to a costume party. She saw a very hot young. Of course, that wouldn't get the lawn mowed that weekend.The problem that I wrestled with that evening was coming up with some way to improve our financial situation. The one thing I knew that wouldn't work was to continue to do what we had been doing all along. I had one of those 'Eureka' moments and that was when I became an asshole.Breaking out of my memories of that night, I turned to my drinking buddy and said, "Everyone knew what they had to do. It's just that no one wanted to do it.". As he walked past her, he took a close look, but could see nothing special about her.He had to meet his friends in the math section of Barnes and Noble.The Story of O was fiction, so it would be found in the fiction section, but Amelia could not remember who had written it. Some French woman. For a minute, she was afraid that she was going to have to ask one of the clerks to find it for her. The only clerk in sight was a pimply-faced adolescent who was stocking art books in the bargain shelves.