I decided to wear a suit to dinner, not knowing exactly what to expect. I arrived at 6:55 and was told I would be seated shortly. At 7:00 I was es...corted to her table. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Beckwith,” I said as I stood next to her table. “Please Mr. Eyestone, call me Beckey, and do have a seat,” she said as we shook hands. “You can call me Bob,” I said as I took my seat across from her. “Do you mind if I call you Robert? I like that name.” “Not at all, Robert it is,” I. Our tongues intertwined as we kissed and she moaned into my mouth.Just before I went over the edge she raised her head and we locked eyes. I felt as if my soul was being pulled into those deep brown pools. Neither of us blinked as we hit our climax together. I don't remember leaving the salon that evening, but I remember every detail of Noriko.My cock is starting to strain at my jeans as I recall Noriko and her amazing pussy. I chastise myself for getting distracted. But thinking back, I have. ‘Okay my good neighbor I shall deliver his excellency his dinner at precisely six o’clock’, Wendy boldly responded. ‘Make sure you bring two plates’, he said with authority. Wendy looked at him somewhat puzzled and found herself caught off guard. ‘That’s right……two plates! Look I’m not the nosey type but some things I can’t help noticing. There’s no sense in both of us eating dinner alone!’ Wendy paused and gazed for a moment and said, ‘Okay, six o’clock it is.’ Wendy entered the house and. Her name was Tory, I learned when she introduced herself with a firm but feminine handshake.Tory and I talked a while. She drank scotch rather than one of those girly drinks which are so en vogue. Her voice was soft and sexy, but confident and certain. It guided the conversation and extracted from me what felt like my most personal of thoughts. I was amazed at just how good it felt talking with Tory, and failed to even notice that she was learning everything about me, and I virtually nothing.