"I wish I was a car salesman," Fred mumbled, "Maybe you could convince me."Katie paused for only a second as she heard what her husband said. Suddenly...her hands moved down his torso and whispered, "Please sir." She smirked as she pulled at his shirt, "My old tightwad husband would never let me get such an expensive SUV." Her tummy fluttered at the way she said it. She had read so many articles about role play in the bedroom in the popular woman's magazine Cosmopolitan. Her hands wound their way. He leaned forward slowly, softly kissing her lips. She smiled again, looking at his mouth. He took this as a green light and leant in again, this time parting his lips as they met hers, allowing his tongue to slide across her lips. She opened her mouth a little, matching his action, their tongues touching. Steven slid his arms around her waist, pulling her body tight to his as he kissed her more deeply. Lost in the moment, Jacie curled her arms around his neck. Jacie, giggling as Steven slid. Sameera cozied up against me in the cab, much to the pleasure of the driver and, of course, myself. Her lips were just inches closer to mine as she wrapped her hands around my waist.I could see the eyes of the driver hover down to her legs which were ever so slightly spread apart. I met his eyes at the rearview mirror and glared. Embarrassed, he never looked back again. Nevertheless, I couldn’t help but be turned on by the amount of skin she was exposing to the world.It was just a matter of. I believe this because they arrived here with an obvious fascination with femininity. As well as a total lack of understanding of it. It was their desire to learn more about what they knew nothing of that took my life and turned it inside-out. My name is Jeremy Franklin. Back home, I wasn't a particularly ambitious young man, but I was "finding myself" and that seemed to satisfy most people. I had a couple of classes going at the local community college and a part time job working at a nearby.