Aligail appreciated the gesture very much. She’d always liked to read and wouldn’t waste any opportunity to add to her collection. Mr. Viten was ... specialist at making drinks. Whether it was coffee, soda, tea or smoothies, this man could make it all. He’d mentioned to Aligail before that, when he was younger, he went backpacking through Europe and accumulated great drink making experiences along the way. Him and his wife were most definitely a great pair. They’d already been married thirty. She felt herself blushing. She vowed next time she‘d get Joe to check her over, properly, before each set. Next time? Would there be a next time, and knew immediately that there would be. This was something she could do. Something she could fit in as and when she wanted. Joe pulled her labia to one side, and removed the toilet paper, just a very small speck, and as he did so he ran his finger along her pussy, parting her slightly, “bloody hell,“ He said so Chris couldn’t hear “Your wet.“He was. ” Bob glanced sideways at Terry and grinned. “Whoa,” Terry said. “I’m not about to go breaking up a marriage. And if you think I’m gonna get wrapped up in some sort of ménage a trois, you’re crazier than…” “Hold on, hold on,” Bob said. “First off, they’re not married. Or if they are, she’s a bigamist, ‘cause she’s still legally married to that slime ball shacking up with my granddaughter. Second, I don’t think she’s gonna dump one starving musician for another. And third, on some level at. The taller of the two lads smacked the other on the shoulder and they both smiled. She then stood up and pointed to some wire on the top row asking for some help, as she did, again her top pulled up exposing more flesh and her top pulled against her aching nipples even more. She could see both set of eyes glued on her chest so she turned towards the lads and looking them in the eyes she pinched both of her nipples and told them one day this would be theirs, but not today. She grabbed her cart.