Yet she had forgotten that she was looking a sentient creature while inspecting him like a draft animal. Her eyes were wandering lower and she even we...nt so far as to tilt to the side to look beyond his front legs to check out his endowment. It was his chuckle that had her realize what she was doing and her cheeks flushed with hot with an unbearable embarrassment.“Oh… oh, my… I am so sorry.” She recoiled from him in mortified shame, barely holding back the desire to run from after having done. Her ass arguably topped her 20-year-old co-workers', and her skin-tight jeans provided ample evidence.Renee nodded with a small smile. Her fluctuating hot flashes and cold chills told her she was radiating Meredith's power throughout this enclosed room."Ladies! Sorry I'm late," came a veddy high voice from behind Renee. She didn't have to turn around to know that Kyla Edgerton, a highly improper Brit, had made her deliberately timely arrival – late, very theatrical and totally expected by. She turned back just as quickly as she gasped, "Mike!" She took a moment to collect her wits, and then she gasped, "Mike, I'm sorry. Please don't be mad, but I have to go."For the next moment, we were both in shock. I stumbled back from her pushing hand and she lurched and stumbled as she jumped to her feet. She staggered and nearly fell as she tried to scoop up her clothes. I could feel that something was wrong, and I stopped her."Brianna, wait," I begged. "We need to clean up first."Her eyes. I was just finishing my steak, and well into my second glass of wine when two ladies pulled up to the bar. The only two seats were on either side of me – I offered to move over, but they declined & took the seats, with me in between. They started to chat with me and over me. They learned quickly that I was stranded on my birthday. Both were clearly a few years younger than me, both well put together. Dianne and Terry. Dianne was clearly married – big rock on her finger, a bit shorter than me,.