"At lunch time that same day, Stephanie learned what all the whispers were about. The other girls at her table were in animated discussions about what...may have transpired, their imaginations running wild since none of them had even second hand knowledge, much less first hand facts. One potential scenario fed the imagination of another girl whose scenario, in turn, was worse and crueler than the first. Of course, only one of the girls at the table had even dated Greg, and that was a simple. Look!! They have boat rides on the river, out onto the lake. Can we go now?"Brent laughed, and agreed. He returned to the hotel and tipped the bellhop telling him that their bags should be taken to their adjoining rooms.When they purchased their boat-tour tickets, they learned there would be a 50-minute wait for the next tour to begin, so they went up to street level and entered the bar at Smith & Wollensky's Steak House. The setting was very romantic. The bar overlooked the river. They sat at. I knew what he wanted; the goods, but I was nervous. I stood up and removed my shirt and jeans, making sure my ass shakes in front of him. I unsnapped my bra and it fell. Now came the scary part. I lowered my thong under my dick and balls. He just stared."Is that why you never tried to be with me?" he asked.And I told him, " well your my friend as well. I didn't want that to change."He nodded and said, "how do you want to do it?" I dropped my thong completely off and sat on his stomach.. "Just a nice old couple with a funny accent that sort of kept to themselves." You never know," I said. "There's a lot of central European heritage in Texas," I said."I know," Stoney replied. "But generations old. I knew their accent was too fresh for them to be native. But one doesn't pry." Unless one plays music that brings an old man's memories back alive."Something else is alive, too. "Baby, if we're very careful, do you think we could try it?" I didn't think I was being selfish. I was.