I looked at her legs and they were as long as mine. Her short white skirt was up to her pussy and I could see her white panties.“If you’re through... gawking at my legs, Josey, we can drive off now,” she said and laughed at me when I looked at her face.“Girl, you’re gonna get in trouble dressing like that and looking the way you do. How old are you anyway?”“I’m sixteen, how old are you?”“I’m fifteen.”“Damn, you sure do look older than any fifteen. Josey.”“You damn sure look older than any sixteen. And, he'll get to see you getting fucked, as well."Sue just laughed, and said, "You and Jim are real devious perverts. But I'd love to fuck Tom. And I know you would love to fuck Sarah. This will be fun. It can be a prelude to our honeymoon. I know I'm all in on swapping partners. I have a feeling our honeymoon will be quite the adventure."The six of us did meet up at Jim's house for drinks on Saturday night. Sue wore a sexy top that showed a lot of cleavage. Rose wore a short sundress that. I shrugged again. I toyed nervously with the cigarette and then mashed it out in the ashtray.Ronnie said resignedly, "Oh, Steven, I'm just flirting. You know, after all we've experienced together..." She glanced down at her shirt, and she saw a cigarette ash on the front and she whisked it away with her fingers. "I don't see why Ronnie should have to work so hard to get a kiss or a hug once in a while. I know it's a physical thing, but it doesn't have to mean sex. You know?" She looked at me. As they sip their drinks, they just talk about what they would like to see and do while in London. Donald amused by some of the go-to attractions Emma would like to see. Bt then surprised by some of her other, out of the way, spots she also mentions.The four-course meal is delicious, and the extraordinary tastes of each dish did take them into a gourmand paradise. The Beef Wellington and Yorkshire Pudding are to die for. Donald and Emma are savoring each bite she takes, looking into each.