He massages my hair again, and then my face, and works himself up to my neck. As he is approaching my breasts, I decide that Stefan isn’t the sharpe...t tool in the shed and pull off my bra and ask Stefan to move it out of the way. His eyes register the lusty look again, and I know that this time he knows that my breasts must be massaged too. He works oil into them, and kneads them and crushes them for a while. He gives me sensuous nipple play, and as I feel his fingers rubbing my nipples, I feel. Bonne chance.”I nodded and headed back into the staff hallway, then made my way down to the dance floor. By now, the two senators were seated in one of the booths off to the side, offering what privacy we needed. One was tanned and had a woman on his arm, nestled against his chest while she watched the dancing patrons longingly. The other was pretty, a man worthy of a modeling career.Game face on.I sauntered up to them, and the pretty man glanced up at me. “Good evening, gentlemen,” I said. I was lost in the shuffle after that, which suited me just fine. I didn't find out until after church on Sunday that Agnes was invited to Sunday dinner with us too, and she was really dressed up, a lot more than she usually did, just for church.I went and got Tibor at two thirty. My mother and my aunt had been in the kitchen for the past two and a half hours, working on dinner. When I came to fetch Tibor, I found him wearing a black suit, one that didn't fit him very well. I figured it must. I'd bet anything I had more sex than Susan did. I was still a little mad about the trip, but I came to think of my time with Gloria as the bananas revenge. Memories like that were making me horny.Now this evening, the mention of flaming bananas had me hard and thinking about a place for my banana. Neither Charlene or I could do much more than look at each other with our hands full of lasagna noodles, sauce and cheese. The bulge in my shorts and her obvious as nipple points showed where our.