You really are. But you know I can't take you up on that. As much as I'd like to, you know I can't take you up on anything. It just wouldn't be right...."And she shocked me."But Mr. D. I'm not gonna say anything to anyone. I mean, it's not like we'd have to do anything. Not, well, uh, unless you wanted to. We could just hang out."And I realized that Marissa was actually implying she was potentially making a sexual offer to me. Even though I suspected it earlier, I had disregarded it, thinking I. Now, following him along the road I could see him glance into his rear-view mirror and I shivered with anticipation. Where would this lead? The restaurant Mark had chosen was small and had views over the mountains. Tables and chairs shaded by umbrellas surrounded a small fountain which gave out a soothing sound while soft music played in the background. As we settled into our seats I glanced at him again. Probably late-forties with a smattering of grey in that dark brown hair, his face was one. I threw a forearm over her slim belly to slow the bouncing of her narrow hips as she is wont to when I probe her slippery folds. Her fingers twisted my hair in her grip then nails dug at my scalp pulling my face into the passage that contains her physical love, to taste the sweet dewy drops of nectar she milked from her inner most depths. I sampled her nectar like a bee: collecting all she offered yet searching for continued riches between her silky smooth thighs. A high pitched squeal escaped. I highly doubt it." I muttered.Pointing to the next person of interest, she introduced me to this platinum-haired chick with the frilly pony-tail while she was busy laughing about something with a friend, "That's Felicia. She's super rich and was the one who paid for everything here. Without her, we'd never be able to afford this party in the first place. Don't worry, she's not that uptight like other rich girls. Although, she is a bit of a clean-freak sometimes." Sounds like a spoiled girl.