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Sex With My Mom's Friends--Brandon and Sasha--Part 4

Date: 1/20/2016, Categories: Love Stories, Author: prairiedogg, Rating: 15, Source: LushStories

want this night to be perfect." "That would be sweet of you. I was thinking about going to The Tuscan Table. It's a nice place, fairly new, but it's one of the best restaurants around." Later that morning I contacted the restaurant and explained what I wanted to do. They were very helpful, even offering some suggestions based on their previous experience. We worked everything out, right down to the dessert. This was going to be a night to remember. That afternoon Sasha and went downtown for a light lunch. Before we did, we walked around, window shopping. We went by some jewelry stores and I was watching to see if she lingered to look at anything. Sure enough, she stood there looking at something which caught her eye. "Do you want to go inside and take a closer look?" I said. "What are you looking for?" Sasha gave me a coy smile and took my hand, leading me inside the store. We went straight to the ring section. I jokingly froze, feigning fear at looking any further. Sasha playfully punched me in the arm. "C'mon, Brandon. It's not what you think it is." She looked at several, and asked a salesman if she could see the one in the window display. He agreed, and brought back this simple-looking ring with a cluster of diamonds surrounding one large diamond. It was nice, but clearly not the best one in the store. "Why that one?" I asked her. There are so many with bigger and splashier settings, so why this one?" "It reminds me of the one my mother had. It's just beautiful. I have a ... thing about trying to find one like it whenever I see a jewelry store. This is the first place that's even come close." There were tears in her eyes when she told me that. I figured it was time to go to lunch before she began sobbing. I took her by the arm and hustled her out of there before things got out of hand. We had a nice light lunch. Afterwards, we went window shopping again, but this time at clothing stores. Much safer. When we got home there was a note from Mom. She had gone out to lunch with Jeri and Brenda, but wanted to know if dinner at home was okay with us. She said that she was in the mood for grilled steak, like Dad used to make. "Sasha, we need to go to the store. I'll pick out the steaks if you'll help me select the ingredients for an appropriate side dish." "Sounds good, darling. I'll make you a deal. You can grill the steaks, but I get to make the sides. Does your mom have a grill basket?" "I'm sure she does. Dad had every gadget and gizmo under the sun, but he was at his best when he kept it simple. What do you have in mind?" "Veggies, my dear. There's nothing like some olive oil and veggies toasted on an open grill. Simple to do and oh, so delicious. And they're a perfect compliment to steaks. Maybe some half-ears of corn as well." "Sounds wonderful, Sasha. Let's go shopping." While we shopped I couldn't help but notice all of the men (and a few women) who either simply stopped and stared at Sasha or nearly broke their necks doing a double take as we ...