The discussion turned to kitchen layout. They spent a good ten minutes discussing that topic.“How long does the equipment usually last?” Dan asked....“It depends on the kind of equipment. Some break, but can be repaired in place. We very seldom have to replace something,” she answered.Dan frowned as he thought about her answer. He said, “I am going to be opening a small pizzeria. I won’t have an entire chain with experts like you supporting me. I also can’t afford to have spare equipment sitting. She was only five foot two. Her pussy was stretched as wide as it could go to accommodate his large member. But, who was he? She remembered his muscular chest. He had a little bit of hair that she ran her fingers through. He kissed her so deeply and powerfully. He gripped her arms and held her as she kissed him. They were drinking, a lot. It was champagne. It was good, and there were strawberries… and chocolate. She felt happy and in love. She didn’t know who her lover was at the moment, but. Suddenly both his hands moved toward her head, with such purpose that I thought at first he was going to choke her to death to silence her, but he gently cradled her face in his hands and leaned forward and opened his mouth slightly and tenderly kissed her. He kissed her slowly at first and then I heard her exhale and sigh. He held the kiss longer and I could see the world slip away from them both as they became engaged in the kiss. I think he must have slipped her some tongue then, as her. “Thanks! Where are you from originally?”“Houston.”“What brought you to Longview.”“Needed a change of scenery,” the light-skinned man with reddish-brown hair and matching freckles divulged.“I hear you! I hope you like the casserole.”“It straight.”“Good. How long were you planning to stay,” the hostess inquired.“A couple nights I guess,” reasoned Fat Tony. “That cool?”“Oh yes! That’s fine with me. What kind of work do you do?”“Right now I’m between gigs.”“Oh I see.”“Yeah! I’m kinda out here.