You do have a name ... Don’t ya, darling?” She giggles softly.“Of course ... But why should I tell you what that name is?” I ask, looking at h...er eyes. A slate grey, reflective almost.“I told you my name, the least you can do is tell me yours ... I won’t bite, unless you want me to.” She licks her lips while smiling.“You can call me Chris. Since you must need a name.”I finish my meal and sit back. Watching her movements. She’s still trying to figure out what to say and do next. She keeps. She was looking to meet somebody and think about something other than the strange birds in her yard.Bria sat down and ordered some wine. She watched the television that was on and made small talk with the bartender. The bar was busy, and Bria noticed an interesting woman who seemed to be looking in Bria’s direction.She took her drink and walked over to Bria.“Hey, pretty lady! Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes!”“You’re much too sweet,” Bria answered.“My name is Abigale and I just knew that I had. I was becoming very excited by this woman with the saggy breasts and the lovely mouth when my cock was inserted into the mouth of another woman. She was older and when I saw her exposed breast, I recognized her as the next door neighbour who had flashed her tit while I jerked off on the welcome mat of this very house. She stroked and sucked so gently and with such care that I didn't want to give it up. Others insisted and my cock was soon in the mouth of a tall thin middle-aged man with an. Her face was innocent, almost as if she had no idea what she was doing, but oh did she know…she knew just like any woman did. Watching her every move, George noticed the top two buttons on her shirt come undone, leaving only a few more to be opened. His fingers itched to undo them, exposing her beautiful breasts to the room. Her skirt moved against her bare legs just above the sheer thigh-highs. Shit, he loved her in thigh-highs, especially when she decided that she wouldn’t wear any panties.