While it was lined with some wrinkles due to age and the sun, it was still cute to pretty.He swallowed a couple of times quickly, realizing his mouth ...might be watering. What the heck was wrong with him?He was even looking at some of the store employees. All they needed were tits, some semblance of an ass, and a halfway decent face. He saw one lady who fit the bill even with her blue Walmart smock on, and her dark brown hair was up in a clip. She wasn't too bad. He envisioned her hair down, and. HE was dressedrather formally for this party. Compared to the other guest that is.He flashed me a smile."Good day do you young lady," he said being polite."Hello," I replied to him not really understanding how this was going toplay itself out."Allow me to introduce myself my name is Logan Kilmore," he said as hetook my hand and kissed it.A little taken back by the odd gesture I had to give a name so that hewouldn't be suspicious of me. "A pleasure Mr. Kilmore my name isVictoria Summers," I. There were the makings of a fantastic feast afoot. Everyone was busy doing something. Ren and Takeshi were manning the grill, the steals smelled wonderful. The large picnic table was set with a red checkered tablecloth, white dishes, and Yumi and Aiko were putting out wine glasses. Masa was opening wine bottles and chatting with Kenta. Only Sakura and Sachi were still in their same places and their same outfits. Everybody else had somehow changed back into yukatas. I assumed they were. I wondered who was still there? He returned downstairs to the rec room. I began to distinguish the murmur of voices through the heating vent but was unable to discern females. I got up, slipped out the sliding door and quietly went down the rear stairs where I could stand by a window to see into my rec room. I crept close to the window, saw my wife, Mary, sitting at the bar, our friend Bill was sitting beside her and Sam was leaning across the bar. They were just talking quietly over a drink.