.. mine was nowhere as regal. I continued ... through lunch and tea and... “You drove over the hill.”“Government?” Aghast.“So they claimed.�...�Our stomachs announced that we had missed something. I blushed, he reddened.“I could cook,” I said simultaneously as he said, “Is there someplace decent we could go?”And I said, “That lets out bangers and mash.”I chuckled at his look ... not a clue.I sat up and exited my chair. “Follow me.”I led the way to the kitchenette, he marveled. I opened the cooler. I could sense from her kissing that this day would be really beautiful for both of us.I ran my hands on her back while she had locked her lips with mine. I brought my hands near her ass and pressed her ass hard. She unlocked her lips from mine and smiled. I by pressing her ass, brought my right forefinger in contact with her ass hole and inserted slowly inside. She moaned in pain coz she was never fingered or fucked in her ass. Once my finger was inside her asshole, she calmed down a bit. I. " You're not..."Marta and Margie laughed. Joe joined the table. "What's so funny?" he asked, setting down the box tray containing three coffee drinks and a couple scones."We're trying to explain our relationships," Margie informed her fiancé."Uhm..." Joe, could I have a couple of your business cards?" asked Marta."Of course." He extracted his slim wallet from his coat's breast pocket and slid out a couple cards."Joseph Solomon, Esquire. Sounds pretentious." It's a lawyer thing," explained Joe,. Holding her hand I pulled Genevieve into the shop. With that intention, we entered the shop and asked for a pair of Yoga Pants. The shop was temporarily set up along the walkway. I had never tried earlier any Yoga pants so we happened to *********** one. When we asked for the trial room we were indicated towards one secluded corner which served the purpose of the fitting room without any mirror. Though there was one large mirror next to the trial area. Anyhow, we got into the so called fitting.