“Good?” the woman inquires with an expression of seemingly genuine interest.“Hmm?” he snaps out of his daze, barely aware that he is even eati...g. “Oh yeah, it’s nice,” he replies.“That’s good,” Rachele nods with a satisfied smile. “I don’t order out very often. When I do buy dinner, I normally go out to a place across town. They don’t have delivery, but I have these days where I’m really looking for something that I can’t cook myself. But for some reason, tonight I’m just not feeling it.. " First?" Yeah, if you hadn't been all up Phillip's butt, you would have heard my moans the first time around. It was nice, real nice." Speaking of nice, Rache, why don't you touch me here, and there too?" Uh guys, I ain't trying to be a party pooper, you can continue what you are doing, but Illyana, I want to hear about the rest of your holiday in the Bahamas." What is there to tell, I grew up real quick, got lots of sex and then came home. End of story. Hungry Stacy?" Illyana, I know that. ” (I’m 40 and gym fit but back in my standard day off garb that didn’t really show that there was a reasonably well toned chassis underneath. I then realised that Helen had been saying something.“Oh, sorry,” I replied as I snapped out of my reverie. “You were saying.” 'Busted' I thought to myself.“If I could now take some measurements?” Helen asked. “Sure,” I replied. “Is that suit one of Edwards design and cut?”“No, it’s one of mine,” she replied. “Having studied textiles at uni, I’m learning. The dress could be quite revealing of my breasts for somebody standing slightly behind me, and if I stood against the light I made sure my legs were together for obvious reasons. Richard waited behind and told me to stop at the villa door and stand with my legs apart, the sunlight streaming through my dress. I knew what he could see and I enjoyed doing it for him, it makes me feel good. I would do anything he asked. It was a nice drive down the hill, Jed was driving and I sat on Richard’s.