I said ok.I asked her “are you going on professional tour”? she said that she is going for her friends marriage party.She asked me whether I am go...ing on professional tour for that I replied “yes”.I asked her “are you working or what u doing?” she said she is working as a assistant manager in a private company.She asked “where you are working?”I said my company name and said as a senior software engineer she smiled and said that’s nice.She asked about my studies qualification and hobbies I said. She has large a, small b breasts, I refer to them as perky. She has usually shorter, straight sandy blonde hair. Sandy is taller than me by about an inch I think. She is a little on the fuller, voluptuous side of things. She has huge D-cup breasts. She is half-Mexican half-Spanish, so she had darker skin, and dark brown hair, straight and usually past her shoulders. Now the ones I don’t expect you to remember to well. Peter is the leader of the sex club, in his late thirties, and he has the. Taking a deep breath to steady herself the woman turned round slowly and felt a shiver of goose pimples wash over her, for there he was, reading the Internet World and looking pretty much as he had described, yet he was nothing like she had imagined. Certainly he had the mid-brown hair, but it was thinning and unwashed. He had on a suit, but it was too tight, with gleaming knees and elbows from years of wear. His gut spilled over the fraying belt with a quite unjustified exuberance and a faint. “Oh no,” said Lisa, “Déjà vu all over again.” The Australians in business suits and ties walked in. They smiled at Lisa and waved at Jonathan, approached the table and were introduced to Maxine. They seemed nice and were very polite, but Maxine sensed that their presence made Lisa uncomfortable. “We should leave soon to work a bit on our rehearsal,” Maxine said apologetically in a few minutes. The Australians moved to another table, the musicians left.Déjà vu all over again, thought Lisa.