No matter what I ate in this restaurant my appetite would not be satisfied by the food served here tonight. With the menu covering my lap I squeeze m... thighs together against your hand before starting to part my legs to allow your hand more access to me. Allowing you access right here in this restaurant to my body. Lowering my free hand under the menu I let my fingers touch your wrist and slide your hand up farther between my legs. Not stopping until I feel your fingers are pressing against my. "She stepped back into the bedroom and found her husband in a deep, exhaustive sleep, gently snoring away."But you aren't a nineteen-year-old anymore," she whispered to him as she climbed into the bed and pulled the sheet up.She couldn't sleep.She wanted to get a drink, and she picked up her nightgown from the mess of covers at the foot of the bed. It was a pink nightshirt of a soft cotton material, but there was a huge cum stain right in the middle of it. "Ugh," she whispered as she threw it. She sent pictures of her family and told me everything about herself as I did about mine. After I graduated from Basic training and my specific job training, I was assigned to Stewart Georgia. It was a stroke of luck that Monica and her client lived in Savannah Georgia which was just an hour away. After I settled into my unit, one of the 1st things I did was make arrangements to meet Monica. One weekend when her husband was on the road, she came down to a motel in Hinesville GA.My mouth was. A feeling of despondency swept over him, as much as he enjoyed Freda's company he had no illusions about what she would or would not do in his absence. Then he thought, well if Freda can fuck around so can I...As he walked towards the bed he was stripping. Within minutes he was lying flat on the bed and Heather was on top of him, her lips fastened to his and the heat of her body melting into his, her bosom with its firm bullet like nipples drilling into his chest, was more than any man could.