Once his head is leaning back towards me I tracemy hands down his neck into his shirt getting my first feel of his chest.Biting my lip I slide my hand... farther down his shirt reaching for his nipples.Hearing him moan I know that I found them. I smile as I trace them with the tipof my finger feeling them start to harden. Feeling them harden I gently pinchthem wondering if he would have the same response as me. Sure enough he does.He moans louder pushing his nipples into my hand. TeasinglyI say,. Anyway, I was going to get my fill of Lincoln sites at my next major stop--Springfield.Another seven miles and I drove through Broadwell, site of the Pig Hip restaurant. This is another near charter member of the Route 66 Mother Road, founded by Ernie Edwards in 1937. The restaurant would remain in business for fifty-four years, until 1991.The place got its name after a local and hungry farmer entered the year old Harbor Inn, spotted a steaming pork roast, and blurted out that he wanted a. ’ We hugged. Cindy dragged me off to her bed. She said: ‘I’m wet, I’ve been wet since I got on the plane this morning.’ I replied: ‘Cindy, I know you. You are always wet.’ She laughed and said: ‘I get wet whenever I think of you, so I guess you’re right.’ We climbed into bed. She spread her legs wide open. I ran my hand over her and found she was right, she was really wet. We kissed as I caressed her there. She had her first orgasm within minutes. We were psychically linked as before and I got. “I’m having a hard time thinking of you in a tuxedo. That’ll be fine. This isn’t Sunday brunch at the Armonk.”“Good to know.” I grabbed my toilet kit and went into the bathroom. Behind me, Kelly yelled that spare towels were under the sink.When I finished showering and shaving, I pulled my briefs on and went back to the bedroom to dress. Kelly was already dressed, in very tight designer jeans and a loose shimmery top that floated around her and, while opaque, was light enough to show that the.