“Morning, Big boy,” Ashley said.“Hey, Christian,” Becky said, obviously hangover ridden.“Morning,” Christian said. “Wait, Ashley, what.....”“Did you find out what happened last night?” she asked.“Do you know?”“Well... It got a little wild, let’s just put it that way,” Ashley said.“Did we fuck?" Christian said.“Um. Let me answer this question,” The security worker for Bagwell and Associates, Brad came up to them.“Wait, wait, wait. Hold up. Brad was here?"“You got a problem with that?" Brad. She stumbled in front of me, giggled, and then looked up at me.I stood there, looking her over. She was dressed in only a pink bra that barely held on to her breasts and black panties that resembled shorts but were a lot more form-fitting. Her body was pale in the dim light and curvaceous. I wasn’t embarrassed like I had been the first time. Yet, I felt compelled to ask the same question, “Where’re your clothes?”The brunette looked me over, stumbling in the process. Her ample cleavage jiggled. Later that evening, when Lisa and was sitting in the living room, I asked her, "I've been thinking about your look alike and have plans for her. Do you have any connections with that Helene something who moved to the next town some years ago?"Lisa looked scared for a second before she replied, "No, not at all, I haven't seen her in years. I don't even know her married name. What do you want with Helene?" If she lives in the same town as your look alike, she ought to have seen her and probably. We ask him if he'd like a drink and order for him - it's on us. We talk with this new friend for about an hour, just basic get-to-know-ya's, and a little loosening up as the alcohol hits. I am a little more relaxed now. I start to get turned on realizing what we're about to do. Subtly, under the table, I rub your cock through your pants. I can feel that you're already getting a little hard. I feel a pulse or two as my hand seems to excite you more. He seems to notice what I'm doing and I get a.