I'd miss teasing the old man at the dressing room but I had an easy shot with the horny and obviously depraved mechanic.It was a few blocks and aroun... the corner and the neighborhood seemed quiet for the time of day. Pervy Peter was talking to a customer about why a cracked engine block was real bad thing. “Moron” I told myself looking at the middle aged man with manicured fingernails and a perfectly groomed hair cut. My Dad had a garage that was a few miles away was the next town and. I turn around look at him and ask, “And since when do you know me so well to tell what suits me”? He just smiles at me as he hands the coats to a server and moves me across the hall. Determined not to let this conversation go, we step into the ballroom and I look around. Luckily our invitations hold the table numbers we're assigned to and we make our way across the floor. I spot Max, the friend who had gotten us the tickets, and his wife, already seated at our table. I smile at them as we get. I touched her lips, they were trembling… she wanted sex… very badly. I planted a kiss on her lips and she opened her lips to receive my kiss. Our tongues touched each other and I could feel her warmth. During the kiss I slowly moved my hand over her open stomach and then moved to her breasts form over the blouse. She wiggled a little and then placed my hand on her breasts again. She unpinned her saree from her blouse and removed the saree completely.She was now in her pink blouse and a matching. "Baby, what have I done? I promise I didn't mean to do it. Please tell me what I've done wrong." It's not you," she snuffled. "It's just ... I think something's wrong with Hope." Hope? Your sister, Hope?" he inanely said. Of course it's her sister, you idiot. How many Hopes does she know? he silently admonished himself."Yeah. Oh, I don't know. It's probably nothing, but..."Jeff got up, yanked a drawer open and found a box of tissue. Reseating himself and pulling her to him again, he waited as.