"I playfully slapped her ass while saying, "Get dressed girl, I can clean this up tomorrow. I'm going to be in early anyway since I'll have to bring ...ou in too." What about my car? I'll need it at some point," Jackie asked."I'll jump it and take it to the guys across the street to check it out," I answered."Hey, I thought I was the one that you were going to jump," Jackie exclaimed while putting her hands on her hips in mock anger.I fired back, "I am if you ever get dressed." After we both. Everything was a blur amid the flurry of activity that ensued. When I my eyes finally cleared, I looked over to see her perched in the middle of the bed. She was up on her knees with her ass pointing towards the ceiling. Her head was on the bed, covered by her pillow. She said nothing else, but I could see that her arms pointed back and she had an ass cheek in each of her hands, spreading herself as widely as possible. If ever there was an easy interpretation of body language, this was it.. "Ready to go?" I asked and she said, "Just let me finish this drink and I'll be ready."I went and got her wrap and met her at the front door and as we walked to the car she squeezed my arm and said, "It's your lucky night lover, you get to have sloppy seconds tonight. Can you wait until we get home or do you want me now in the back seat?"We got in the car and I said, "Why don't you slide over here and hold my cock and you can tell me all about it on the drive home."She started stroking my cock. But,... how do I say this? I don't want to give up my freedom." That doesn't make any sense," the patronizing fiance said. "Getting married is about giving up your freedom. We both do it. Both of us have to give up the freedom to do whatever we want." Can I decide to go back to school?" Of course you caó" Can I decide to go away on a trip?"Yes, butó" So what freedom do I have to give up, honey?" she pleaded for the answer."I... You,... we give up the freedom to have sex with other.