He gave me a curious look, but said, "Fine by me. I'll do the potatoes."I laughed. "In the microwave, right?" Is there any other way?" he said."Okay, ...but let me unthaw the chicken tenders first."Twenty minutes later we sat down to dinner.Dad sliced off some fried chicken, put it in his mouth and chewed. "Very good, Eric. Now, tell me where you learned to fry chicken like this?"I swallowed the chicken in my mouth and said, "Can't. No memories, remember?" Your mother didn't know how to fry. A young university student has taken a window table and is busy typing away on a tablet and keeps glancing up anxiously, presumably to see if the girl he has ordered has arrived yet.The central open seating area had good seating and was excellent for groups and chats. It was also ideal for both exhibitionists and voyuers as everyone could see what you were enjoying and you could watch everyone else. This was best for a medium length session as you didn't want to monopolise a girl for too long. My right hand traced the line of her bicep, up the arm, over the shoulder, my finger following the line of the collar bone - slowly, very slowly.She went deadly quiet.Sensing she was at the point of breaking and backing off, I wanted a public victory. So I waved at the construction workers, alerting her to the fact that they were watching us with keen interest. Realising it would be a public defeat, she crossed the mental line, she came alive. Leaning backwards, into me, lifting those perky. So Lacy always wore one whenever he was visiting. The first time she showed him how to wear a garter belt and nylons was another turning point in their friendship. The sight of him standing there in a black satin garter belt and seamed nylons with his erection visible under his panties, was too much for her and she took him by the hand and led him to her bedroom. Andy watched, mesmerized, as Lacy slid out of her slip revealing a tight and toned body. Her breasts were full and her nipples hard..