He simply zipped his pants and said to Jennifer, “Please come with us.”“I’m sorry, sir. I really can’t leave.”“Please! I just want to wa...tch you. I’ll pay more!”“Really, Mr. Jensen. I can’t leave. But if you wish I can arrange another young lady for you to watch?”“Okay,” he said with excitement, now staring at Debby again. He peeled off a few more fifties, as Jennifer put her top on again.Jennifer went back into the parlor and looked around. Seeing Kate, she caught her eye and motioned her over.. “Can I have your number before you go?” I asked.“Yes,” she said instantly and gave me her number.“Call me tomorrow. I still have some of that pasta. You should tell me how it is,” she said, walking away.I wasn’t sure, but I think I had successfully asked Megha aunty out. The next day I waited as long as I could and texted her at about 10 am.Me- Is the invite still good for Pasta?About five minutes laterMegha – Yup, come over!Me – I’ll be there in half an hour.Megha – Slowpoke.I was there in 20. " What do you mean by dangerous," Tom asked."She isn't suggesting that we spend the night in a lion's den or play games of Russian roulette," I told him. "I believe Wendy wants a sexual adventure." I thought it best not to mention that Wendy's virginity had been weighing heavily on her lately. I, on the other hand, had no such problem.Listen, I love Wendy as a sister, but I doubt if there is a more naïve woman on Earth. It wasn't her fault. I'd met her parents. The father was a tyrant as only. . you’re so pretty, I just want you so much!’My directness was all the more arousing for the innocent teen, and she breathed softly in reply:‘Oh! ... please, yes ... please, Vicky, I think you’re wonderful ... oh, I want you too!’The signs had been there at the fitting sessions in the wedding-dress designer’s shop, in fact I had started to notice them from the first one. I know that I am an attractive young woman, with my tumbling chestnut hair and deep hazel eyes with long lashes. I have an.