.. and then another as the night wore on.As midnight approached, he ordered one final round. He even went up the bar himself to order and pick up the ...rinks rather than having one of the waitresses do it for them. The waitresses were, after all, very busy... that, and it was much easier to slip something into a drink you picked up yourself at the bar. Besides, it took a few moments for the drug to fully dissolve or there would be a bitter after-taste. Marcus had learned that the hard way one. Straight down the toilet with the condom, no mess, followed by a quick wipe with the special flannel, or as he called it, his Bell End WipeJulie leaned forward slightly allowing the opening in her housecoat to widen slightly, knowing as to where his eyes were. He was a sneaky old goat but she loved him for it, often feeling sorry for him knowing that with grandma it would have been impossible.“You’ll get yourself all worked up again if you keep glimpsing in there,” Julie grinned up towards him,. I looked at the redhead and she just shrugged her shoulders and said that they had had too much to drink. My cock was getting hard as this was the first pussy I had ever seen. The redhead got up, giving me a shot of her red haired pussy, and we helped the blonde out of the bathroom and into the empty office. Again she laid out on the floor spreading her legs and begging for me to fuck her. I looked at the redhead and she just shrugged her shoulders and said that I might as well fuck her or. .. and added, “Unless you would consider sharing my table?” And my bed?“Well, if you are offering, I must admit I liked the Lisboa when my husband was alive. It would be fun to go there again.” Yes please.“In that case I insist,” he said, and we shall see what transpires. “Shall we take my car?”“Yes, please,” she said, explaining, “I walked here this morning.”Lunch was every bit as pleasant, gastronomically, as they had expected. The conversation was curious as every time David risked even a.