“They had one that matches my suit to replace the one you ruined. Shouldn’t you be playing American football instead of trying to stumble around w...aiting tables?”She continued to lay it on thick before I was “dismissed” to see if I could manage to do my job and not drop anything else.That made plenty of the family here laugh. I couldn’t even leave to get a clean apron, which delighted the table full of kids.How bad would it fuck things up if I laughed each time that girl clenched her teeth. She wrapped the fingers of both hands around his shaft. And began to stroke him. Hand over hand. Stroking his entire length, shaft and head all at once. She felt the heat coursing through his cock. The emanating power. It burned at her fingertips. “Oh, you are a good girl, aren’t you?” She looked up at him, their eyes locked together. His fingers caressed her face and slid through her long hair. “Yes, Erin, stroke me.” he whispered. “Stroke my rigid cock.” Exhaling through pursed lips, looking. Emma glanced over at Mike in embarrassment, seeing him stare in rapt attention at the two of them. She suddenly felt those soft lips again, this time kissing her with more energy. Her eyes slipped closed as the kiss went on and she started to kiss back from instinct. Arms pulled her closer and she felt her breasts squashed against someone elses. She pulled back in alarm quickly, breaking the kiss with a soft pop.“That was hot!” said Mike from his chair. Emma’s cheeks were burning with. The woman had smooth, dark, mocha skin that seemed to glisten and a head full of soft curly tiny ringlets that were tantalisingly piled on top of her light blonde head. She wore perfect makeup that accentuated her sultry, light blue eyes and her short, gold, sparkly evening dress daringly displayed a deliciously low plunging neckline. Her face was familiar, thought Grace, but she could not immediately place it. She was stunning, thought Grace, as she returned her stare. The blonde excused.