Aurei lays my fingers on his arm, and we follow his parents to the dining room.
Through the windows, I can see the tables under the tent for tomorrow night's dinner."How many out of the 200 guests expected tomorrow night will be here tonight?"
"Sixty."
"Are they all family?"
"Yes."
"Are they all employed by you?"
"No.My mother."
"How many do you employ?"I realize I never asked that, and I look at him curiously.
"Total or Italian family?"He asks for clarification.
"Italian family."
"Only Antonio and Mia are full-time.I guess I have to add Quintus too now."He grins."Occasionally, Angelo, if I need a driver."
"I assumed there would be more."
"My businesses are American."
"Oh, gotcha," I nod.
We stop at the door of the dining room and wait to enter.I look back through the windows and notice along with the far edges, barbecue grills are set up, but not being used.Buffet-style tables line the fence row.There is a dance area roped off and a wooded dance floor laid down.I smile up at Aurei."Let me guess.Tonight is formal because tomorrow night is a Texas-style barbecue?"
He grins."Ye'p'."
I giggle."I would have loved Big Al!"
The doors open, and Aurei guides us to our place, where we stand next to our chairs while waiting for everyone to file in and find their seats.The tables are round and packed in.The seating arrangements have been predetermined.Zita and Bob are opposite us.
As we wait for the others to join us, Aurei plays absentmindedly with my hair."I really like your hair like this, Siri.You look like a goddess."His tongue touches the corner of his mouth.
"Looks are deceiving."I grin.
"I don't think so."His tongue slides across his lips, and my pussy soaks itself.
"They are."I take a deep breath, pushing my tits against the tight fabric and sending them bulging out the top for him to enjoy, covertly teasing him.
He chuckles, "On second thought, you're being, I mean looking, decadent."
"Busted."I chuckle.
"I like your busts."
I cock my head and smirk at him."You love my busts!But you are wrong."
He chuckles again."Yes, I do.But I'm rarely wrong."
"True that too."I lick my lips."But I'm not really goddess material."
"Yes, you are."He sounds very sure of this fact.
"How can I be?I'm Moore's whore."
