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Carol did as she was told, and took a bite of the pasta with sauce, and she smiled once again, unable to comment with more than sounds as she pushed in another fork full. “I told you that would be better than some microwaved meal!” Dana quipped at her friend. We each ate our meal, enjoying the flavors and combinations of the presentation. When we found the time to rest a moment from the excellent food, we would make small talk, asking each other about our day, things we like to do for fun, and gripe about what agitated our mostly uneventful lives. The conversations were pleasant, and the meal went by quickly as we devoured the different elements of the better than restaurant meal. When we had all finished, dusk was settling oral into the area, and the chirps and creeks of the nocturnal wildlife buzzed in through the open windows. The ladies cleared away the table, and I moved into the living room, ready to sit back and enjoy the evening. As I sat in the easychair, facing orgasm the local news, Dana and Carol worked into the kitchen to return it to working order. Dana washed the dishes, and the ever polite guest dried them, and had to ask where each item should be returned. I sensual couldn’t help but watch them, it was like watching two teenage girls doing their chores. They giggled about inside jokes, and took their time like there was nothing else going on in the world. I had to chuckle to myself as my wife bounced in her position, the blue nylon shorts she had put on, rocking back and forth. Our relationship was nowhere near new, but I couple if we didn’t have a guest, I would happily come up behind her and grind my hard cock against her to make her wiggle that ass. As I watched my wife, I scanned her friend. Carol was quite a beautiful woman, long legs, a nice thick ass, but it was her tits that added so much curve to the figure. She had long hair, with streaks of blonde. The skirt she had worn to work laid over every contour, while the shine from the polyester blouse gave her contrasting shadows that gave away the true figure of her body. If I were a single man, I would have no issue taking her to my bed. It might have been that notion that led me to my next play, but I figured it never hurts to give it the old college try. I bounced up from the chair, leaving a slight rock in the springs as I left, and I walked in toward the kitchen. The ladies were nearly done with the cleaning. “Can I Brunette offer you ladies anything to drink?” Dana looked at Carol, not wanting to accept unless she did, and Carol seemed a little hesitant once again. “Well I am afraid I don’t like wine or beer, so it would have to be some sort of spirit, if you don’t mind. But, not too much, I need to able to drive home tonight.” I instantly liked her even more, I’m not a beer or wine man either, and I honestly had nothing to offer but liquor. “Well I tend bar just a well as I cook dinner, so if you don’t mind, I will go make us up something, and I will be right back.” I left the kitchen archway and made my way back to the hutch in the corner of the dining room. We kept the liquor on the bottom row, and I slid the tray out that held all the glassware. The only thing missing from the set was the ice, since we rarely filled the container, unless entertaining. Just when I thought I would need to head back to the kitchen, Dana came into the room carrying a small bowl of ice from the fridge dispenser. There is nothing romantic about Brunette it – we merely serve to sate a male urge, and once that’s done he has no interest. “Yes, Sir. “’Counseling’?” Dott blurted. He patted her crotch with his gloved hand before receiving another rebuke oral from the driver and pulled Beth's minishirt back in place and covered her with the sheet. No need to worry, we’ve got things covered outside. “A home and a country, should leave us no more?” “He was drunk…” By the time her sensual lunch period arrived, Trish managed to calm her body and teach her last class. “This orgasm is too clumsy. I'll even document everything and bring you back afterwards. Felicia, meanwhile, was nothing more than a crumpled, twitching mass on couple the tile floor.