No…that is putting it wrong. That sounds too tame. She kissed me. She put her hands on my shoulders, I expected her to peck my cheek, but she placed...her lips right on mine. I was totally caught off guard. Her lips were open a little, and as they touched me, I thought about them wrapped around her lovers cock. Then they broke away. It was just a second or so. But it was like a jolt of lightning. She went and put her purse down and sat back across from me. She board herself a glass of wine and. I do not wish to drive Christine away by frightening her. I understand her importance and will do nothing to jeopardize your relationship with her. Does that suffice?"The underlying sadness did not leave the old woman's eyes, but the deep creases of her forehead lifted slightly, as did the corners of her mouth."Yes, Erik. I know I can trust you to hold to your word."She quietly cleared her throat and allowed her eyes to move stealthily over the young woman next to her. Christine sat with her. I was a patriotic American, but liking a foreigner was hardly treason. I wondered what would get her to give it up.Audrey is an American with a British accent since she grewup in London where her father worked for a major corporation. Her family is wealthy and she attended boarding school until high school. Her family returned to the U.S. for her to attend high school and college. One day, however, I noticed her reading a copy of Jean-Paul Sartre's "Existentialism And Human Emotions", one of my. I got past Oliver and got on my hands and knees in the grass. I could smell the grass and dirt as I lay my face down on it sticking my ass in the air. I quickly put some spit on my fingers and rubbed it on my asshole. Oliver knew that meant it was time. Like a lightning bolt he was on me and I could hear another voice making noise as my face laid down in the cool fresh grass. Oliver found his target in no time. His hard nine in dick, forced it’s way into me. I could feel the heat of it..