’ she said. ‘Would you like to come over and have some? I really don’t eat desserts very often.’ He thanked her for the offer and delayed givi...ng her an answer. ‘Can I get back to you on that?’ he asked. ‘How long does cake last?’ The invitation drifted through the back of his mind. Like cake, the offer had a limited shelf life. Late afternoon of the next day he called her at home. ‘Do you have any cake left?’ he asked, after he said hello. ‘Peter, I’m so glad you called’ she said brightly.. I smiled. In the next few minutes, we exchanged more furtive glances, fleeting smiles and, as I’d hoped, he was soon standing beside me. I hadn’t noticed him move but suddenly this gorgeous smell invaded my nostrils.“Hello."I turned my head and he was standing so close to me that I could feel his body heat. And oh, that woody, manly smell."Well, hello,” I returned, trying to be casual.He proferred a hand. ”I'm Blake."I put my hand in his. ”Lacy.”I looked into his eyes and guessed that we were. " She repeated her actions for everyone in the room, doing me last. She still hadn't looked me in the eyes and when I reached out to grab her and pull her down in my lap and ask her just what in the hell she was doing she slapped my hand away, "No touching, and that includes you."She danced over to the dining room table and got a candle out of the centerpiece and then lying down on the floor in front of us she spread her legs wide and slid the candle into her wet hole. By now all the guys had. She returned to the table hoping beyond hope that no one had noticed her panties. As they drove back to Robert's, he placed his hand on Angie's leg. He slowly slid it higher. Angie moved to stop him, placing her hand over his. She realized that he was already at her crotch, that his finger could feel her wet panties. He firmly held his hand there. They rode back with her hand over his, his hand at her crotch, his finger stroking the wet spot on Angie's thong.Robert parked, opened the car door.