I'd only ever seen one from the outside. Now I was in one. I could get usedto this... I thought.We arrived at the banquet and I was relieved to see I ...wasn't alone. Many ofthe men there had very attractive wives or, I assumed, girlfriends/escorts.I still felt eyes all over me, but at least I wasn't the only one they weregawking at. I spent a good amount of time in the ladies room listening tothe various gossip, of which there was plenty. I was introduced to, andmade mental notes, of dozens of. ”I take a big huff and smile:“Why didn’t you want to hang out with the boy?You didn’t wanna give me your number? Why did I get a MAYBE on seeing you again? Why didn’t you take me to my place since you got that fancy ass car?”She laughs.“I didn’t know how ain’t shit you might’ve been. This resume helped clear things up. I don’t give out my number to people I just met. It’s cliche and you only see it in lame ass books, or movies that have to end a narrative within a certain amount of time. I live. I lapped up and down her slit. She ran her fingers through my hair. I pushed my tongue in and out of her pussy. I sucked her clit into my mouth.“Oh fuck,” she gasped again. “It’s amazing.”Cara’s body trembled as I pushed a finger into her tight pussy. I fucked her slowly. I slid a second finger in. I ran my tongue around her clit. I pumped my fingers faster. I pulled her clit into my mouth again and Cara gave in.“Fuck, fuck,” she panted. Her hot juices ran down my chin as she climaxed.. Was it possible the waiter was one of those boys all those years ago? When Steve mentioned this to the waiter, the man looked at him carefully and stated it was possible! As Steve was sipping his wine, he noticed the waiter speaking to an older man, the younger one held what appeared to be a small card and he was pointing in Steve’s direction. The other man approached and spoke ‘Signomi…excuse me, I am Milos. My son, Dimitri, was correct. Look!’ He held the card out, it was a photo, the.