Speeches of Lord Erskine, while at the bar

She had a perfect body. Her thin blouse didn't hide her big tits. Mike took in his breath sharply at the sight of those two magnificent jugs. The rest of her body was good, too. She had a narrow waist, round hips, and a firm, well-shaped ass. Her low-slung jeans were so tight they looked like they had been painted on. She walked up to us and for a second Mike and I were speechless. She spoke first. "You must be Mr. and Mrs. Adams," she said. Then she smiled, a beautiful, white-toothed smile. She didn't look the same as the girl in my dream, but she was even more beautiful. Mike regained his power of speech. "You can call us Mike and Lori," he told her. "Let's go into the bar and talk for a while." We walked into the motel's dark, smoky cocktail lounge. The three of us crowded into a snug corner booth, Mike and I on either side of Susan. I moved close to her and felt her firm hip pressed against mine. I moved even closer; she didn't try to move away. "Where are you from?" Mike asked. "From not too far away," Susan answered ...»