How do we get more?" He has to make them," Julie said. "The guy out front. Arnie. The baker."There was silence, and Arnie knew they were coming. He th...ught about running out the door, but he knew that wouldn't work.They would find him, he was sure of that. They would track him down, no matter where he ran to, because they knew he was the only one who could make the donuts.The donuts that they had to have now.If he could just distract them somehow, buy some time so that he could dump the flour. Slowly I started unhooking her buttons of the shirt and opened the upper three buttons, and looked at her cleavage for 5 mins, I had a bad hard on down there and I was enjoying that scene. I again took my finger and rubbed her lips, and then kissed that finger where I could smell the fragrance of her lipstick. Then I took my hands and slowly and softly started feeling her breasts over her bra. The area above her bra was so soft and silky that I could not leave touching that part and kept my. Did you?"As I reached out to take her hands, I replied, "Well, hurray for our side! Let the games begin."Mel pulled back and said, "Not yet! This is going to be our Friday night date. The ball game is over, and we're going to the dance. When the dance is over, you just might get lucky."She had already stacked up several of my old classic rock and roll LPs on the record player. While she started the music, I made us a couple of drinks.We danced to tunes from the 50s and 60s. Just like a typical. When our lips met, she could taste her own juices still on my mouth. Gone were my hesitation and shyness. This was our woman, and we were her men. There was no longer a pecking order. I took her as if she were my own woman. I unleashed with a vengeance the full roaring aggressiveness of my sexual instincts. Francine reached down between us and guided me into her with the ease and surety as if we had done this a thousand times before. It was such a natural movement for her. She was claiming me.