He rushed forward to help her up but she was already on her feet, trowel still clutched in her gloved hands. ‘What the hell are you doing here?’ �...�Can I ask you a question first?’ ‘Uh, sure.’ ‘Are you VelvetPie?’ Her face changed from surprise to confusion, then back to surprise in the span of a few seconds and she tossed the tool and gloves in the mound of top soil. ‘Why don’t we go inside?’ He was glad to escape the Florida heat and followed her inside, waiting patiently as she washed her. That was pretty much what she wore every night before she went to bed.The next few moments remained somewhat foggy in his brain. He remembers the continued kissing but then his hand was beneath her shirt groping her bra covered breasts. Her hand was on his pants grasping his cock which had hardened during their encounter. She removed her shirt. They kissed and groped each other a bit more. He then found himself standing in front of her as she sat on the couch.They got to the bedroom and she sat. If you’re still interested in the morning call me.”She stood on her tip-toes, kissed my cheek and got into her car.I stood on the footpath feeling a bit lost and looked at her card.Jane Swanston0488 246 006.Nothing else.To say I was curious would be the understatement of the year.46The very next morning I rang her and the first thing she asked me was did I know the time. I looked at my watch and thought. “Oh shit! That’s torn it.” My watch read 7 am.I stammered out an apology and she laughed. We immediately went straight to the bar (yes a bar, that's how big this place was) and grabbed some drinks. As we walked towards the bar I saw a group of handsome men dressed as police men, I whispered over to my girls and said "I wouldn't mind a body search from them." Me and my girls started off with shots, then sipped on mai thai's while grinding on each other on the dance floor. As the night went on, slowly one by one my girls were being entranced by men who caught their eyes. Finally there.