That is if you want to take our orders.’ I would think that Emma would be intimidated by a Harvard Graduate. With his Bostonian well distinguished n...ature and a first class attitude. You’d think country girls like Emma would be boiling. Not Emma. She grinned away genially and took out two menus under the counter. ‘Most certainly, Mr. Harper. Let me seat you in a private booth.’ When she led the couple to the corner booth, she saw Tony coming out of the back hallway with Rosa and Yuki beside him. Her husband sat naked in a chair watching as I started my massage. She was drinking wine and after some time her husband came over and started to play with her pussy as I massaged her. The smell of the candles mixed with Dora's pussy aroma and the oils I think made everyone super horny. The husband told me to undress which I did. Then he told me to mount her. Dora was still face down but her legs were spread wide enough and she was plenty wet. The husband put some oil on my dick and rub it. I. I wasn't sure if i had offended her but she said,"Not at all.It's just that i have never been called a milf before.But as i am 60 years old i guess i feel quite pleased to be thought of in that way".We headed back to my place and as she seemed a bit nervous i made her a drink first.As we sat there making small talk she leant over and kissed me before saying,"Come on young man lets get you to bed before you realise that you have asked an old girl back to go to bed with you and change your. The food court on the second floor proved interesting. I found a spot advantageous to people watching with all the gender bias I could put into the art. The "obvious" twenty somethings were wearing their jeans teasingly snug in the crotch and hips, cut low around the waist - the next reincarnation of fashion. I shot the obligatory glance at a fine woman here and there just to throw a little confusion to anyone who caught me staring. Old habit. Still single and horny at 42, perhaps I could have.