Her cunt throbbed with remembered bliss as she finally fell asleep.
At the breakfast table the next morning, Eileen asked Jean if she had slept well.
"Like a baby, Eileen. I hope my snores didn't keep you awake. Todd tells me I snore when I drink."
Todd again. Eileen didn't want to hear about him. She told her friend that she too had slept like a log. No snoring had kept her awake.
She didn't let on what had.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sunday night, Eileen took Jean to dinner at the Misty Waters Resort. She greeted Randy cordially when he came to clear their table, but she gave no indication of the special relationship that had developed between her and the teen. The teen was cool, too, though a couple of times Jean caught his big blue eyes looking at her. She knew he was asking when they would see each other again. As Jean was absorbed in her menu, Eileen smiled reassuringly at the teen and winked.
Their waiter was an older teen named Luke. Luke was not the kind of guy Eileen would ever invite to her cottage. He was confident with women. He didn't blush when she gave him a generous glimpse down her cleavage. But he was a good-looking guy, and Eileen enjoyed flirting with him, discreetly of course. He was still young enough to awaken pangs of longing in the brunette's lusty breast. Each time Luke returned to their table, Eileen found something to say to him. It was obvious that Luke found her very attractive. He gave the women excellent service. He visited their table to check on them whenever he had a free moment.