I think he is naked.He squeezes my tits, stroking the nipples, then rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers, hardening them instantly. I feel ...he heat rising between my legs and, as I wonder if anything is rising between his, I feel it brushing against my belly. His hard cock, soon to be inside me, I hope.His hands come up onto my back again, and his cock bumps against my breast.He begins to inspect the waistband of my panties, running his fingers under it around my hips and back again,. “What are you ashamed of, you fucking cunt?” Tommy demanded.Gulping and sobbing, Peggy tried to answer. “I’m ashamed I peed in my panties! Oh, God, now don’t hit me again, please!”“Piss, cunt!” Robert snarled. “You pissed in your fucking panties, not peed.”The switch struck again.Peggy thought her ass was burning. The stripes on her thighs and ass were searing, and she could feel each one distinctly.“Yes! Oh, God, yes!” she cried, her body shaking. Her fine, firm tits seemed to move on their. I was angry, terribly angry, cursing him out on the phone long-distance in an argument I could ill-afford. And so I devoted myself to the man I’d eventually marry, and separate from this year, and he married the woman he’d lived with for years. We kept on being friends. I became friends with his wife. He and my husband were never close, though, I always suspected that Steve sensed the muted sparks between me and Buddy. So when she dumped him this year, here we were. Again. Single. Back to. ‘Got another of those?’ She said turning. Sadie gasped, he was incredibly handsome. His eyes and hair were dark and glistening in the chandeliers golden light. His black t-shirt was stretched tight over his muscular arms and chest. He smiled and handed her a cigarette, lighting it with silver Zippo. ‘Happy Mardi Gras’ He said raising his glass. ‘Happy Mardi Gras’ Sadie replied trying not to cough on her cigarette. They clinked glasses and she noticed his drink looked odd. It was mostly clear.