I knew from experience that he’d really look. The last thing I put on were some stockings. Black ones. I checked myself again and was satisfied with... the result. I looked sexy, but not ‘available’. My midriff was visible through the blouse. But the bra hid my breasts, apart from just the hint of the darkness of my nipples. The last thing I did was grab a dowdy cardigan and slip it on. I wanted my appearance to look as normal as possible until I was ready. I was already busy when he arrived. . “I’m just off to get some more drinks if anyone wants to take over” he continued. “I’ll join you” I replied. “I didn’t realise you and Fiona were an item” I said to Stu as we reached the bar “We’re not” he replied laughing “I’ve known her for years but only really got talking to her tonight, and we seem to be hitting it off so far - ain’t that your lasses daughter you’re with?” Stu asked indicating Sophie “I remember when she showed me a photo in the pub” “Yeah it is” I replied “and like I said. From the historic station to the west for three full blocks to the east, everywhere you looked was a piece of history. During the heyday of the railroad, The Drive earned its well-deserved reputation. The street was lined with saloons at street level and hotels, brothels, and gambling houses above. All of this packed with travelers, railroad workers, con artists, and criminals. The Drive’s infamous reputation became known far and wide, and one famous First Lady disembarked just to see it for. The bed sheets were scrunched up in her hands as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Mr M moved his index finger into her wet hole. He kept the dance of his tongue on her clitoris, but gently moved his finger in a rhythm inside of her sweet tunnel. She was panting by now. He was working his magic, sending shocks of ecstasy up her body. She could feel it in every inch of her body. Her body arched and she continued her moan, her cry of passion and pleasure filled the hotel room and she came.