Kisha looked up at me for a second, saw my puzzled look, "Myla" she began, "This is Carmen" pointing to me. "She and I are friends" and judging by the...way Myla looked me up and down in my robe which had fallen a bit open, I figured she was aware that Kisha and I were more than just friends. "Oh I'm sorry Kisha" she began, "I didn't know you had company" Kisha smiled and caressed her cheeks more, "That's okay honey" she began, "You know you're welcomed anytime, company or not" And with that. “Stay in the same position,” she ordered me.“Ok, sweetie.”“Ummm. Please don’t be offended. Can I ask something?”“Sure, honey.”“Can I worship your ass while you stay in the same pose?” she asked.Even I didn’t know what it meant.“Hope it’s not anal,” I asked.“No, only oral on your anus,” she assured me.“Yes, you can.”Then she adjusted two slippers and put her knees on them. She grabbed my butt cheeks tightly and pulled them apart.She planted many kisses on both cheeks and squeezed them tightly.. In retrospect, I will tell myself that she was never as beautiful as I remember. Though, as I close my eyes and wrap my hand around my swollen member, she begins to appear before me, arranged in the most beautiful finery. Her eyes pop out from the darkness, and that subtle smile forms like a Cheshire cat emerging from its place of hiding. Her hair seems to glow as it cascades down around her face. Her scent seems to waft unbidden beneath my nose, and I cannot tell whether it is real or. ’ Jeff had been right. We just never thought to check. The manager came over to our table. ‘Would it be alright to take your picture? I’d like to put it on the wall. You know, a display of famous people who ate here.’ ‘Oh, my God, we’re really famous?’ I asked, my face scrunched in that universal look of doubt. ‘Look at the window,’ he said. A small crowd had gathered and was looking at us. Some pointed. If this was our fifteen minutes of fame, at least it had resulted from a lovely moment..