So after being home only one day Tara would hit the local bars looking for old friends she had not seen in ages. She would lean over and kiss me when ... dropped her off, and again when I picked her up. I preferred the kiss when I returned for her as by then she was half in the bag so to speak and Tara's kiss was longer and more forceful, though not intentional I imagine.We would drive to a local burger joint and sit in the car and eat. Tara always had on a loose fitting top, T-shirt or blouse,. My soft moans produced by the pleasure I was experiencing; and 2. The base of my dildo going *tap, tap, tap* against the tile floor. I moved around the bathroom, attempting to get the most out of the experience. I bounced on my dildo in amongst the urinals, I bounced on it over by the sink, and I eventually ended up at a wall in between the stalls and the urinals where I could put my arms against it and really slam my ass down on top of my dildo. It was here that I really started getting. They had seen four ships standing in for the channel and, as agreed, felt that there was no legitimate reason for four trading ships to all arrive at the same time.The moat was nowhere near dug deep enough to stop anyone, but it was at least down low enough for the tide to fill it and it would be a messy slog through it even at the easiest parts. Any sane man would use one of the bridges. The wall wasn’t done either, but it was at least a few feet high everywhere and higher in most places.The. Jessica took a deep breath as she reached for the plates. Pushing out into the dining area once more, Jessica found the older mans eyes had already locked onto her. As she pranced his way, she could feel her boobs bouncing with her steps, until she finally made it to her patrons table. Here you are, sir, she bent down, again purposefully shoving her mass cleavage into the mans view. Rising back up, she added in, Is there ANYthing else I can do for you, sweety? Oh, no thank you, the man.