Chapter 1580 Soccer Moms I'd Like To Fuck:>10
- "You HAVE to apply! No one will believe your thirty-seven!" She actually started called waitresses over to guess Trixie's age, and the closest guess to being right was thirty. Dennis and Brandy loved every minute of it. Finally Trixie agreed to fill out an application. The manager would probably throw it away as soon as he saw how old she was anyway.
- The waitress wandered off, and Trixie glanced appreciatively at her cute little ass. With those dimensions, she was surprised the girl didn't fall over. Suddenly she felt someone's foot gently pushing her legs apart. Trixie had worn a smart little business skirt, so that foot was able to sneak in with ease. She looked across the table. Brandy was leaning against Dennis, biting her bottom lip and giving her a quick eyebrow raise. Dennis had his arm wrapped around the girl and was whispering to her, apparently egging her on. It was easy to figure out whose foot that was.
- "Brandy! It's not like we're in a small, poorly lit booth here!" The foot pushed in a little further in, and a stocking-clad toe rubbed delicately against the front on Trixie's satin panties. "Oh fuck! Someone could see us!"