The girls are once again in the restroom. I hear giggles and hushed whispers. I start to wonder what may be going on, but after shaking my head I drive the thought away as it could be anything.
I head to my closet, look at the slacks and I just can't bring myself to put them on. Turning to the dresser I head for the bottom drawer and pull out some shorts. Shorts, polo shirt and sandals, I'm ready. Back to the library I head with my JD in hand. Time just seems to slip past as I sip and think upon the day's events.
My reverie is broken as Justine and Mira come through the library door. Whew, man I am at a lost for words again. Twice in one day, I may have to give up practicing law at this rate, I think to myself, almost spilling my drink. Justine is wearing a black summer dress, shoulders bare except for thin spaghetti straps. Mira is still dressed in a similar dress except the shoulders are covered. The juxtaposition of the two is mind boggling, both beautiful, both sexy, oh yes. One young, and one ageless. Shit I am an old man and I getting another erection.
"Okay George," Justine looks at me and shakes her head. "Put you tongue back into your mouth."
"Justine," I reply with a smile on my face," I can think of better places to put my tongue."
"George! You have to feed us first," my ever pretty wife tells me with eyebrows raised and both of her hands on her hips.
"Why does Mira have her shoulder covered? I mean this is Texas and it is the summer time. I just want to know," so I asked.
"Well George, it seems that Mira was attacked by an some kind of big animal today. And that animal bit her shoulder, it didn't break the skin but the teeth marks are very visible. Do you know what kind of animal would do that?"
I blush as I hang my head.
Mira laughs her musical laugh and runs to my side. Which is not easy as Justine has put her in high heels, the square kind not the pointed ones. She grabs one of my arm and turns to face Justine, "We go eat now?"
Justine walks to my other side and grabs my free arm and looks at me and ask, "Well?"
"Lets go eat!" What else can I say.
I deliver the girls to the car. I hate bucket seats so I have a large car with one long beach seat in the front. Justine is the first to enter it. It is difficult to describe because she does not just set down and move over like she normally does. This time she places one leg into the car and lowers herself, and as she lowers herself her dress slides upward slowly revealing more and more leg. As her ass hits the seat her sheer pale blue panties come into view and you can see the outer lips of her vagina, and I swear it appears to be smiling at me. Justine laughs and quickly closes her legs, but I swear her vagina winked at me! I shake my head to clear the image.
Now it is Mira's turn. She tries the same entrance as Justine, but if it was not for Justine reaching out in time she would have hit the garage floor. I was too busy waiting for her dress to do the same trick as Justine's to notice the precarious placement of her feet. But at last Mira is in the car and I close the door.
As I walk around to the other side of the car I wonder what kind of and what color of panties Mira is wearing. The thoughts of old men, I think to myself and smile. What a strange day it is. Will it get stranger?
Off we head to restaurant row. I turn and ask the women where they would like to eat and suggest Mexican. I see a smile briefly cross Justine's face and she shakes her head no. Then I just ask Mira what kind of food she would like to eat.
"American food George. I see ethnic restaurants in American but I think want Mexican food I go to Mexico. Go to Paris and eat McDonalds, don't think so."
Both of them just look at me. American food? I have never thought about American food. Hot dogs and apple pie? As I turn the car onto restaurant row I see the answer to my dilemma: Steak! Moo cow. Cowboys. Talk about American. I pull into the valet parking of "The Steak House" and watch as two runners hit both sides of the car to open doors. I linger back a little and watch as the ladies get out. Mira gives the young man a lot of leg to look at, but Justine gives him the entire taco and I almost laugh out loud as his eyeballs budge. I wonder if it winked at him too? I get out and wait until the ladies join me, and with one on each arm we walk into the restaurant.
Eyes turn towards us as we enter. All eyes are on the girls. You can see the pleasure in the men's eyes as they move up and down Mira and Justine. The women's eyes move up and down them to, but most of them look with cat eyes ready to do battle.
I'm not aware of any eyes moving up and down my torso, but who cares I have both Mira and Justine on my arms.
As we are directed towards a table eyes follow our progress. We get a corner table, the one that has a circular bench seat. I'm forced to go first and slide into the center and watch as the girls sit down. No, they just don't sit down, it is the car scene all over again except Mira does not fall down. I see smiles on the men and a few women to, but most of the women who are looking are frowning. Once we are all seated at our table eyes slowly pull away and go back to their food or lunch partners. We order drinks and food.
Justine looks first at Mira, smiles, and then looks at me and speaks, "George, we have come a long way in a very short amount of time. And I want to go farther. I want to try everything before I die, and I want you to go with me as we try out all things sexual.
