She went on the test drive with David and he made her a job offer. She didn’t accept until she was sure amateur that they were going to screw her over and not give her the full commission,” Jill tells the table. Just as I was about to comment on our jobs at Jaxson Inc. a person tapped me on the shoulder from behind me. I turned to see Missy, the waitress that Sharon and I picked up one night a couple of weeks ago who stayed at the house for three days. “Hello, do you remember me?” She asks. “Of course, I do Missy, how are you?” I ask her. “Missy, you remember this is my wife Jill. And these are two friends, Heidi and Patrick,” I tell her, hoping that she won’t say anything that Jill and I will have to explain. “David, I got a new cell phone. Let me give you my new phone number, so when you have another party at your house, you can remember to invite me,” she says smiling. In my head, that wasn’t too bad of a statement that I would have to explain. She writes her phone number down on a guest check, kisses me on the cheek and heads off. I indian just look at Jill who is smiling the whole time. “Um, David, do homemade random women just come up to you and give you their phone number and a kiss before trying to invite themselves to one of your parties?” Heidi asks me. Jill answers, “Heidi, this happens more often than you would ever imagine. He gets women pursuing him as if I’m not even here. It’s almost as if he’s a rock star and we just live in his world,” she says smiling a giggling. I see Heidi have a particular facial expression and then just kind of accept that answer. I decide to try and narrow the answer down to keep Heidi from getting too suspicious. “Heidi, Missy got invited to a party we had several weeks ago by a friend of a friend thing. She had a great time. We had several single guys and I think she may have collected just about every single guy’s phone number at the party. She sent me a card a week or so later telling me it was one of the best parties she had been to in a long, long time,” I tell Heidi. “The life of a CEO,” Patrick says. I see that we are finishing up with our dinners. When the waitress comes over to bus some of the empty plates off the table, I ask to see a dessert mature menu. Patrick’s eyes light up, but the ladies seemed rather full. I know that no matter how full Jill is, she’s a sucker for the caramel apple stampede. Patrick asks Heidi if she would like to split their chocolate stampede. She agrees. I smile seeing that they seem to be getting along well. I place the dessert order for Jill and I and Patrick orders for Heidi and him. I decided to ask the curious question, “So, have either of you been married before?” which gets me a playful slap on the shoulder from Jill. “Geeze David, that’s kind of personal don’t you think?” Jill says to me. “Um, no not really. It’s just a question,” I say to her. Heidi goes first, “No, no ex-husbands. I dated a guy for a long time, but he took a job in another city and well, we just haven’t been in touch since he moved. What about you Patrick?” she asks. “Nope, no exes. The world was darkness, but I had no sight to witness it. The afternoons were spent working outside, meeting with people and making sure everything in town was running smoothly. Or Jesus from a bishop of Rome? "I'll go now, will bring you some fruits, I'll make you some juice and your favourite fruit salad" A few moments felt like an eternity. "Peter and Daniel have gone to get your car." Oh god! I came up behind her and slid my hands up her sides to her shoulders, trapping her arms above her head. I also glance down at his cock. I was female obviously; about five foot nine with shoulder length red hair. I didn’t know . . . She thought of all that she had lived through. He stroked himself. Intimately close. 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