I’m from Tennessee and visiting my sick aunt who lives near here. She suggested I come see the show, so here I am. I love riding in old train like t...is, the clicky-clack of the wheels, makes me feel like it was really 1890?” We began talking like they we were long lost friends; perhaps lovers from a past time. When his eyes met mine, I felt it clear to the center of me womanhood. My whole body trembled, and my clit screamed, ‘well honey, now’s the time to seduce the cowboy.’It was then he told. A couple. Late 20s. The guy was turning his back to me so I couldn’t see him. But he looked like he was texting or looking at his phone permanently. In front of him, a gorgeous girl. Blonde wavy long hairs, tanned skin and a molding yellow dress. She had quite a body… and she seemed pretty bored. While I was looking at her, she turned her head and looked straight at me ( don’t know, is there a six sense in there? Seems so many people do that..). My first reflex is usually to quickly turn my. "Maia?" Yes, Janette?" Go get your husband and me some wine." Yes, Janette."Welp, that does it. I'm all in. I watch Maia quickly but calmly get up and pad around the corner into the kitchen."Hill?" Yes, Janette?" Want me to take off my clothes for you?" Yes, Janette."It's not fast, it's not slow, it's just right. She pulls off her tank top and I see fine breasts, smaller than Maia's and delectable. No bra. Bikini-top tan lines. Cute, little suckable nipples. Janette straightens for a moment to. A miasma of perfumes and alcoholic fumes clogged his nose. An underlying aroma of heated sex emanated from the bodies, male and female, trying to make connection in the room. The door to the outside patio stood open and cigarette stench drifted in, further polluting the air.The crowd matched the décor. Cocktail dresses with skirts that had never covered a knee and necklines that varied from navel to throat. The larger the bust they were sewn to display, the lower they fell. Those rising.