... The waiter gave us our menus and asked for our drink order. The waiter, a tall, good looking Italian guy named Vincent was having a hard time keeping his eyes off Karen. She sort of wiggled in her seat laying her shawl on the back sticking her chest out, her nipples were hard and detailed through the thin silk of her shirt. When Vincent left to get our drinks, Bill put his arm on the seat back behind Karen (he was on her right) and said, "John, you have one sexy wife here. I can't get over these legs! And those stockings! But I can't figure out what holds them up ...
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