“It’s something which is better for a private conversation rather than here at the restaurant. OK?”“Sure. Sorry.”“It’s not a problem,”... she replied.“Are we doing the ‘group’ menu deal?” José asked.“That seems like the best option,” Abby replied. “We get six large dishes, rice, a choice of soup, and ice cream at the end.”“That’s the key!” Jocelyn said. “Ice cream!”“You have to clean your plate before you get dessert, Jocelyn Theresa!” I said in my best ‘dad’ voice.“Oh, shut up!” she exclaimed,. As her hand picked up speed I took another hit from the joint and then blew the smoke back into her mouth, our tongues dueling as they met for the first time.Laughing she pulled away from me and lowered the top of her dress. I dove for her, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her Jai Ose as my tongue played "Indians and the Wagon Train" riding around in ever smaller circles until I captured her wrinkled cocoa nipple. I sucked at it as though it was a water spigot and I had just crawled in from. I of course answered. Anything?? Yes she said anything. I said lets get in the car and talk about this. she agreed and we sat in the car and started to talk, whilst talking I started to smooth her leg with my hand, she didnt object so I became bolder and started slide he dress up her thigh. No protest so I thought this could be very good.So I asked her if she would give me a Blow Job. She responded immediately saying yes no problem if you will give me the £20-00 .OK I said lets go somewhere. දාඩියත් දාන්න ඔන්න මෙන්න. මේකි මම බලන් හිටිය සීන් එකට බොරේ දායිද දන්නැ.එක්ස් කියුස් මි…මලම හුත්තයි!!! මේකි මොකක්ද මට කිව්වා…මම මට නෙමේ වගේ පොත දිහාම බලන් හිටියා.හලො. එක්ස් කියුස් මී.කරන්න දෙයක් නැ. දැන් බලන්න වෙනවා. මම හිමිට එයා දිහා බැලුවා.මේ…නව කතා පොත් කොහෙද දන්නෙ නැ නේද?එයා හොදට හිනා වෙලා ඇහුවා. අම්මො යන්තම් මට ලේ ටිකක් ඉනුවා. මට තප්පර දෙකක් වගේ යන්නැති උත්තර දෙන්න.ආ….මේ එහා පැත්තේ නව කතා අන්ශය.ඔකේ….පස්සේ එකි රාක්කෙන් එහා පැත්තට ගියා. ශැක්. දැන් මුකුත් පෙන්නෙ නැ. දැන් මොකද කරන්නේ. අර්ම්…මම.