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The upper floor consisted of a large office at the top of the stairs and what appeared to be two apartments. As they entered the office Thelma and John were definitely not faxing any documents, they sprang apart, hastily, John pulled his hands out from under Thelma's t-shirt, while Thelma snaked her hand from the front asian of John's pants, and pulled down her top blushing profusely. Melody apologized, backing out of the room. She turned bright red and stammered, "I can show you my apartment, if you like, Thel and John kinda like their privacy as you just saw." She said while unlocking the door to her part of the upstairs living space. Her apartment was spacious, everything was new, the sitting room was furnished with a burgundy leather suite, and an acoustic guitar was set to one side on a chrome stand. An expensive black faced stereo and surround sound speakers stood alongside a big screen plasma TV that filled a wall. The kitchen and bathroom were neat and functional. Her bedroom was dominated by a huge bed. Altogether it was orderly and clean. It appeared she lived alone in there. They returned to the sitting room, Arleen pointed to the guitar." A guitar I see, do you play?" She asked as Melody finally let her hand go. Melody chuckled." Not indian as well as you." She answered. She looked at her watch, "Oh lord! It's six already, would you like to stay here tonight...?" She turned red. "I mean will you like to hang out tonight, perhaps have supper with me, I japanese mean us, me, Thel and John?" She stammered. "That sounds nice; sure I've no other plans, what's for dinner?" Arleen asked. "I was thinking of a fresh salad followed by sorbet ice cream. That's normally the summer fare around here, you've already had your daily burger, or we could send John for subs from Subway or for a pizza if you're really hungry." "Salad and ice cream sounds perfect, need any help getting it ready?" Arleen asked. "Oh no its fine, it only takes a few minutes, I'll take it down to the bar, and bring the two love birds down with me, if I can pry the two apart. Normally a few of the regulars drop by even though we aren't officially re-opened, we never really closed down, if that makes any sense." Melody went back into her kitchen, Arleen, a little confused, went back downstairs to find more than a few people had entered as had two pretty servers, wearing the prerequisite pink Rosécliffs Tavern T-shirts. A blonde haired server was popping caps of beer and pouring shots of Bourbon, Vodka and all kinds of spirits as fast as she could, while a pretty red head bustled between tables with a tray full of bottles. Arleen sipped her beer, walked up onto the stage, picked up her Hohner and began the poignant 'Travelin Soldier'. That particular song always made her feel kind of melancholy and she stayed in that mode by doing a cover of Gary Allan's 'Smoke rings in the dark'. She followed it with Juice Newton's 'Angel of the morning' before shaking her self out of an emotional slide by changing to the electric Fender and doing an upbeat cover of Alison Krauss' 'You say it best'. By that time the bar was almost full, the crowd was not limited to the young generation, Arleen saw a couples in their thirties and forties and gray haired men in sweaty coveralls standing alongside casually dressed guys in their twenties. She leaned into the mike. "Hi and welcome to the Rosécliffs Tavern, I'm Arleen Armstrong, I'll be entertaining ya this summer, so ya'all dance, listen, drink up and have a great time. I don't mind requests so let me know what you like, if I know it, I'll play it." She said to her audience, and seeing Melody beckoning her to a table where her sister and John exotic the loving bouncer sat. She rocked back on her heels a second before picking the Spanish beginning to the Eagle's 'Hotel California' on the Hohner, and substituting Rosécliffs Tavern in the lyrics for Hotel California, her southern accent making it sound like roh-zay k-liffs-ta-verrr-na, instead of hoh-tel cala-forrr-nia and then stepping off the stage and sauntering to the table while japan the crowd clapped and cheered. She doesnt have exotic sexy body, she was a japan normal classy lady. We kissed for a while, then I told her, “I am really enjoying talking to you, I feel much relived Mariana.” "YES!!" screamed out Naomi, who quickly wrapped her hand around my cock and stroked me to climax, my cock shooting and spurting all over her little sister as she pumped me. Her hand indian ran up and down the length of my shaft several times, draining all the cum from my body, and directing it all over her little sister. You know we've japanese both stood there and caught them looking up our skirts. 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