I swear to you. He told me he was bringing someone up but wasn't specific...if I had known, I would have told you,” she sighed as she played with he... champagne with her index finger. “Hmm... I don't believe you; you picked this outfit out knowing I was going somewhere formal with my father. Didn't you think it could be a possibility your husband might be bringing me up here?” I scowled at her. She looked over at me, about to respond when I pounced on her, kissing her hard and fast, taking. “Coming right up,” she said.When she returned with his soup, she was careful not to spill it. She also brought a basket with two corn muffins in it. He nodded acknowledging her service. Then he ate the soup, and the muffins. He washed it down with the complimentary water, and the coffee.When he finished, he took the check in his hand, left a dollar tip and walked to the cashier. He was second in line when a young black thug pushed past him. The kid held a butcher’s knife in his right hand as he. I took my time looking her over. She was about 5’4”, and was thin where she needed to be but full in her womanly areas. I judged her breasts to be a 34C, with no sag; riding firm and proud capped by two very erect nipples. Further down, her pubic mound, what I could see anyway, was covered with wispy blond hair that matched that on her head. She made no attempt to cover herself, but the look of defiance was gone. “Interesting choice to wear under a sacred garment,” I observed. “That explains. "I'm ok, Eric, but you have to understand that this goes against everything I've ever been taught. I love you very much and Ashley and Charlotte sound very nice but this is a big decision," Anne explained."I know, sweety, but you don't have to decide all at once. If you would, I'd love for you to fly out to see us next weekend. I'll set it all up and pick you up from the airport," Eric said.Anne replied, "Call me in a couple of days. I need time to think." Eric took Anne home then went back to.