Teasing me on how he wanted to grab my big booty and how he wanted to fill me up with his thick dark cock. Every time I talked to him my pussy would g...t wet. So when he kept asking me to meet him for a drink in a public place, I thought what could be the harm.He did have one request though, that I wore a skirt without panties. That is something that I would never do, but he had me so hot, I figured it would be fun just to tease him a bit knowing I was sitting there pantyless. I was so nervous. And she did, believe me. She gulped in amazement. The question whether slip or not was decided, quite obviously. When Sue returned, my wife asked her openly: ‘You made up your mind to join us for a drink?’ Sue still wasn’t convinced: ‘With both of you?’ I smiled: ‘We share every delicacy…’ Sue was unsecure, or maybe simply undecided. She tried to change for a blunt tone: ‘I just think you want to make me drunk and then descend on me.’ Now it was time to lay our cards on the table, and. What is in that wine?" "I was at a ball game once," Lani said, "a baseball game. The pitcher had a perfect game going—no one had been on base. Someone in front of me, round about the fourth inning, told his son about the perfect game. Another guy leans in, says you shouldn't say that until it's over." "No way." Dee's eyes were wide despite her skepticism. "Way," said Lani, taking another drink. "Game's perfect until the eighth inning. The pitcher gets the first out. Next batter comes up, hits. Her uniform, like the bellboy, was a dark blue vest over a white blouse. She had a nametag over her right breast that read “Sandy”. Looking from me to Danielle she said, “Welcome to the Selador. Do you have a reservation?”Danielle answered. “No, but we’d like to get a room for the weekend.”Sandy’s smile didn’t shift in the slightest, like a mask that wouldn’t move short of being melted or struck by a hammer. “Let me see what we have available.”I turned and looked at the lobby, specifically how.