Oldham said, looking at Suzanne."He thinks the sedan is more fitting for an old married man, but I'm not ready to go that far just yet. I still like t...he coupe."Shirley posed the question I had wanted to ask, but hadn't had the nerve. "When's the big day?"There was a long silence before Suzanne admitted they hadn't set the date yet. "I have the ring, a new car and John's promise; that's enough for now."I decided to tease her a little. "What will you want me to call you after you're married: Mom,. ”She had a friendly smile, flanked by dimples. “Would you like a drink?”He frowned. “Oh! Please. A scotch would be welcome ... no ice.”She chuckled. “That’s a pity. Ice we have - plenty, however we’re out of whiskey.”“Not to worry.”“I would offer tea or...” She shook a jar of Maxwell House, “coffee ... but...” She shrugged. “Milk instead?”“No, honest. Nothing thanks.”There was an awkward muteness, which Julie filled with a nervous cough. “Your car ... it’s ... I love it.”“The Carrera. Yes, the. Si, senora?” She smiles back at me as she blushes and stated, “I would love to have dinner.” I hand her my phone and she puts her number in. “Now that we got that out the way; is the good doctor ready for me?” I asked as I smiled. Brittany got up from her desk in a beautiful striped- pleat sleeve sheath dress that just hugged her body perfectly. She walked in front of me, stared up at me and said in a sultry Spanish tone, “Dr. Malek IS ready for you. Follow me.” As I follow Brittany I am. ‘Wow!’ I thought as I looked at this slim beauty, she was dressed in a tight crop top, her small breasts evident with her nipples poking through.Her tanned naval sporting a small gold belly ring and tight, fucking tight white yoga shorts, OMG she looked hot. I could see a nice bump just above her thigh gap and clearly saw her little slit, I had to pick up my tongue from the floor and good job there was a counter between us hiding my obvious arousal.“Hello Frank”, Doris said, “This is Angie, my.