Just then an older woman came in and started serving us. Introductions were made. "This is my sister Pia and this is my mother, Inez, who is graciousl... serving us." She smiled, but I don't think the mother was feeling that gracious. She didn't look it anyway.There was wine--a red and I would guess it was local for there was no label on it. The meat was veal. There was a vegetable stew--I had had that before, and there was fresh baked bead. Pia, not realizing I spoke Spanish asked, "He is. ” He said as he took his seat, his eyes soaking in her visage. Her sky blue uniform matched perfectly with the thigh high stockings and the touch of color the pink bows wrapped her up nicely. He held his cup while his hand rested on the table and he cleared his throat. She looked at the cup and nodded, taking it from him gently before turning and moving to make his drink. She held her breath as she undid the lid safely hidden behind the counter from any other prying eyes. She silently. I reached for the hem of her shirt and with my hands brushing her naked mid body; I pulled her shirt over her head and slipped it to a side. She was wearing no brassier but her tits were so young and perfect in their shape that they refused to tilt down at all. With the same urgency, I undid her jeans, letting it fall to her ankles showing her perfect legs as beautiful as her boobs showing stiff nipples on her areolas. Now kicking her jeans off her feet, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband. One of the girls called her husband to meet us at the piano bar. We were all having a great time. Misty introduced me to her husband Jon and we shook. After 3 or 4 beers later + some tequila Jon was feeling no pain. He came and sat down beside me and another one of my coworkers Tera. Jon asked if I thought Misty was hot. Tera laughed and left. I looked at him and said yes I thought his wife was hot. Over the next hour he painted many pictures in my mind of Misty getting fucked, Misty.