Jill just got up off of me.Then, I heard her say, "I guess that's it for me. Unless you're gonna eat my creampie. Please eat my pussy. I need to cum!"...Who could resist that request? I was still tied to the bed. I said, "Please let me taste you."I heard a giggle. Then the bed shifted. I felt some legs begin to straddle me, I began to wonder if this was Donna or my wife.Either way, I couldn't wait.A pair of smooth and muscular thighs, very carefully, enveloped my face. I couldn't miss the. I mentioned my own fondness for Pablo Neruda, and recited "Tonight I Can Write," for her. We talked of politics, Lauren revealing a social bleeding heart with a surprising libertarian economic bent. We shared "most embarrassing moment," stories and laughed until our sides hurt. We talked about musicals, which I enjoyed and which Lauren had a passion for as well. More than once during her Idol competition, she said, the acerbic Simon Cowell had labeled her performance "too Broadway" and she said. Denise ordered Cosmopolitans for us and then leaned in to whisper, "Sitwith your back straight and your knees together."When our drinks came, she made a toast, "Happy Birthday, Diane!"We drank our drinks, and because I was so nervous, I downed mine prettyquickly. The bartender brought me another. I drank that one too. I feltan alcohol buzz and realized that I was drinking martinis on an emptystomach. I didn't want to suggest going into the restaurant and eating,but if we stayed in the bar. Immediately I get the slightest inclination, I know that I will score and score far easier than many would ever think.I have two mid week days off work and it is these days I spend in the shopping malls, never the same ones two days running. There are that many now-a-days that it is weeks before I return to a particular shopping centre again.The best time I found was just after ten in the morning, which gave the ladies time to have been walking or sitting around for about an hour. I casually.