As we were dancing my lover boy put his hands on the top of my now so slightly plump ass and kissed my neck. My god I thought, I’m going to have an ...rganism right there on the dance floor. I am never the first one to leave any place and always give my husband hell for wanting to go. Tonight I said “We need to leave.” He responded “exactly babe, exactly.” As we left the restaurant I could feel the twitching and wetness in my pussy. We left the restaurant and as we walked across the parking lot. Never share a foxhole with someone braver than you are.If your attack is going really well, it's an ambush.No plan survives the first contact intact.All five second grenade fuses will burn down in three seconds.Try to look unimportant because the bad guys may be low on ammo.If you are forward of your position, the artillery will fall short.The enemy diversion you are ignoring is the main attack.The important things are always simple.The simple things are always hard.The easy way is always. "No it's not," Zoe said. "You forced me to wear disgusting dresses infront of disgusting literal incest cousins. Twice." Zoe inwardlygrinned a bit, imagining what her mother would say if she knew who hadbeen wearing them instead."Zoe, I didn't intend for you to be disgusted by them. I thought thatif you wore things like that enough, that you'd come to accept it andlike it."She knew, immediately, that this was an even bigger mistake. She hadentirely rubbed both of them the very wrong way - no,. I zip his zipper down and move my hands to his hips and wiggle the waist of his pants over his tight, muscular ass. I dip my fingers under the waist band and give that tight ass a squeeze. A bit more manipulation and the pants slide easily to the floor. And there, in front of my face is a fabulously large, fantastically hard, cock. He has his dark hair trimmed neat and close to his body, but not completely gone. I very nearly start to drool as I gaze upon it. Unable to resist, with my hands.