We had a nice dinner and some drinks... a bit more than we should but it was fun, Herbert would rub my back and my legs as we sat at the table, and he...would hold me close and massage my ass as we danced, a couple of other men cut in on us so I danced with them also, they were rugged looking black men, it looked strange me a 50 year old sightly over weight white women dancing with guys who could be my sons, Herbert told them he was my husband so things didn't get to out of hand, although they. Darcy, clearly sulking, got up, and slowly walked back to her tiny room, giving Lenny a good look at her cute little ass as she slowly strutted across the room past his chair and through the little kitchen. She gave Lenny a little wink and brushed her hand over the tattoo on his big shoulder as she passed him, just outside of her mom's view.When she got to her room, she quickly wrote down the address Lenny had given her and proceeded to get dressed. She would show her mom, Darcy thought, as she. His firm imports my cheroots, and he is an acknowledged expert on all things pertaining to tobacco." Krish read from the paper. "The snuff box was made in 1788, by Garrard's of London, considered to be the finest silversmith in the country." Then it belonged to an Englishman?" Probably not. I contacted the firm, and their records show that this box was one of a batch dispatched to Italy in 1789, ordered by a merchant of Venice. Interestingly the snuff contained in the box was produced in. He lightly stroked her nipples with his fingertips.She arched her back a little."You can look at me like this all night long if you'd like. I believe I just came down with the flu and my evening meeting is just out of the question. Tragic, isn't it?"He smiled.She wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed around his crotch and belly.He stared at her ass, at the steep curve it made as it rose away from her back, remembering the swaying it was making not thirty minutes ago as he had a handful.