" WHAT?"I removed another wine glass before giving her a puzzled look over my shoulder. "You judge all red wines by one you apparently tried, unless y...ou inherited your mother's habit of pronouncing judgment on things without any first-hand knowledge whatsoever. Okay. I judge all brunettes by one I knew: Carla Tenny. Isn't that fair?" Well..." she drawled as I closed the cabinet door. The sullen look turned blank when she saw me holding the other glass. "I guess not." See? Some brunettes are. I was standing in front of him in a micro mini, with one leg on the sofa; the dress had naturally risen up and he could see my hot holes;I stood a less than half nude in front of him. With my back towards him, I deliberately dropped my lighter down; I was close to his face, as I bent down to pick it up my mini raised up further, as my ass stared straight on his face; I love his gesture as he could not resist planting small kisses all over my ass, buttocks, hips and my asshole. In fact, he. He disappeared for a moment to get us our drinks. I looked around the room feeling a little awkward. Despite being around 2.30pm in the afternoon, there was a number of busy tables. Even though it wasn't likely anyone there would know me, it still felt strange. I had only once before visited such a place for a friend's stag night. There was a small cheer from one of the other tables as a tall skinny blonde girl dressed in a stylized cowboy outfit came sauntering out. Doc J reappeared with our. Being hungry, she followed the scent and stepped off the path, not bothering to cover up.It wasn't long before she saw a log cabin come into view. Goldilocks walked up the steps and turned the door handle to find it unlocked. Cracking open the door, she called out and when there was no answer, Goldilocks walked in.Entering the kitchen, there on the table were three porterhouse steaks. Being hungry, Goldilocks tasted the first steak and uttered, "Ugh, this steak rare!" She then tasted the second.