‘Thank you. That really means a lot hearing that, we do,’ he replied. I caught him looking me over. I started to regret my outfit choice. I had on... black knee high boots, a tight black sweater dress that was a few inches higher up my thigh and showed a little more of my chest then I was comfortable with. When I packed it I figured hell it was Vegas, I’m sure I’ll be more dressed than most. He had never seen me at a show like this. ‘Hey, are you doing anything now?’ He asked. ‘No,’ I lied. I had. I opened the front door for you and we left, standing on the small porch in front of the big bulletin board filled with messages and signs. You pointed to your SUV, "Follow me," was all you said.I watched you walk to your SUV, my eyes on your ass, your hips swaying, your long red curly hair halfway down your back, while I went to my car. Before you opened your door to get into your SUV you glanced over at me, our eyes meeting and I still could not believe what was happening. All I knew was how. "We are NOT witches! I really, really wish people would stop calling us that!" She took a deep breath. "Now, come into the kitchen. I just made some tea ... or there's some coffee left, if you prefer."I followed them into the cooking area. I nodded in approval. It was a well set-up kitchen. One of them obviously knew how to cook. They put the baby into a highchair and put a fistful of Cheerios in front of her, which she started picking up in her pudgy fingers and trying to maneuver into her. "Look at me"With a deep but ragged breath she turned to his beaming face and he started to slowly run his hands up her back."Drop the skirt and hold your hands behind your back"He had to move his face to let the skirt drop. Moving his hands around he softly cupped her breasts lightly pinching her nipples. Electricity flowed through her body and her stomach turned, if she had anything in her stomach she would have been sick. He started to pull on her breasts."Lean forward"As she did he brought.