After several more rounds, and the bartender paying close attention to my wife's tits, I said to her, open the third button for him now. He'll see eve...ything then, nipples and all, she told me, it will almost make me topless, she finished. So open it, I said. She undid the third button, which opened below her breasts, making them in full view, uncovered. The bartender was there is a minute, looking at her naked tits, her nipples got even harder then.After awhile, she went to the ladies room,. “It must be down to me.” She sobbed as her tears wet the front of my shirt, her mascara already running to smear her lovely eyes that were even bluer than my wife’s. “Why do you think that Chris?” I asked. “I tend to make all the running. I jump in bed on the first date, so,e times I,ll suck a guy off Before I even kiss his lips. I must be a sick bitch that puts guys off!” She sniffed. “Well you,re certainly not the shy retiring type like most of the females I met when I was your age.” I. "I love you Alice." I love you too Jason." I kissed her neck and squeezed her hand gently."Will you marry me?" She stiffened when she heard that."Did you really just ask me that?" Baby, we've been dating for 5 years now, I want to spend the rest of my life with you in this Shit Hole known as St. Modesto. Please, be my wife." She didn't say anything and I thought she was going to tell me no."Yes Jason, I'll marry you." I smirked and kissed her. She kissed me back and I pulled her nipple. The left side saddlebag produced the bike's title and registration and, surprisingly, a sheaf of paperwork from Eastside Harley Davidson in Bellevue, Washington. I had a 2011 Road King with an optional rear luggage rack. The invoice said it was Merlot Sunglo and Vivid Black, but it looked more like a rich brown and deep black color combination to me. Cooper James bought it off the showroom floor five days ago, and now I figured that made it mine.The right side saddlebag held 4 cans of Mountain.