"Friday EveningThe restaurant wasn't that busy for a Friday evening. Having been there before, and being a customer in good standing we were shown dir...ectly to our table.I couldn't help noticing by the way her brown eyes were taking it all in with just a faint sense of wonder. It was easy to see she had never dined there before.Another thing I noticed was her demeanor. Though perhaps not as well dressed as most of the other diners, she had that quiet beauty; and her gracious manners would have. She knew that her natural scent was all part of the art of sexual arousal: part of nature's long-established plan to get the male penis hard and erect and the population growing. She wasn't one of these girls that needed telling not to wash all trace of their womanly smell away from their pussies. That a man doesn't necessarily want to have a completely deodorised pussy in bed with him. That a man's saliva, gently applied with a loving tongue, is far better than all that feminine wash, or. ’ ‘Good,’ I said. I shifted in my seat till I was comfy. ‘God, I still can’t believe how sexy you are. After this, I need to give you a massage.’ ‘And… And back scratches?’ he asked timidly. I giggled and gave his shin a brief rub. ‘Yes, and back scratches. Maybe both at the same time.’ Billy smiled. I felt him grab one of my feet. I let out a sigh as he began pressing his thumb into the sole. ‘Does…that feel good?’ he asked. ‘Mm-hmmm…’ I said, batting my eyes at him. ‘Can you do my other. Oh, Martha spent that night in Jim's room, so it looked like Arlene had been correct in diagnosing Martha's problem.The next morning, Martha was sticking to Jim as if glue had been applied except when she was on the phone with Albany reporting on our progress with the speeches. Before she was through with her calls, she had set us up for speaking engagements in two Iowa cities. The two cities were carefully selected to have fully operational airports so that we could do all of our hopping.