“Hand it to me” he said as he walked back towards me. I handed it to him. He picked up my purse and my keys off the trunk of my car. Looking at th... key fob, he pressed the button that popped the trunk. Then he placed my top, purse (containing my panties), my jacket (which had remained draped over his arm the entire time) and my bra into the trunk and closed it with a loud thump.We heard an engine and then saw the lights as a car came down the ramp from one of the floors above. He pushed me back. They seem happy.’ Adam appeared to be in his thirties, his wife a little younger. They quietly drove down the road for awhile. His wife clenched his hand tighter, looked at him and smiled. ‘I am so proud to be your wife. Ten years, it’s been wonderful. I can’t wait to see where the next ten take us.’ Richard sat back and smiled. My son has been married ten years, he thought. Adam looked so strong. Richard was proud. ‘I’m proud to be your husband too, sweetie. I just remember…’ Adam’s voice. He seemed ready to get up."Can we get our bill?" the father said. The other men watched with crazy eyes and terrible faces. The couple were arguing, the boy sitting with a crooked smile and the girl muttering a litany of complaints.The stocky man got up. The waitress crossed the room carrying the family's bill. The girl crossed her arms and said something very mean to the boy, who looked shocked.The stocky man reached me. When he tried to grab my shoulder, I drifted back. When he extended his. His pushes matching hers…her breaths in harmony with his like a symphony accompanied with notes of moans and sighs…their sweat mingled and brewed into an intoxicating cocktail. Simply, they were lost.Too aroused was Amanda that she grasped firmly onto the bed’s head-board. Every slow insertion sent shockwaves through her body. “Oh yes…aaah…hmmmm…”, were the words that escaped from her lips through gritted teeth. Joseph’s thrusts propelled her body to and fro beneath him with her breasts dancing.