He leaned over to say something in my ear, and I grabbed him and began to kiss him. Pretty soon his hand was reaching under my skirt and fondling my p...ssy lips. I could see that all eyes were on us, which only made the situation hotter. I spread my legs to allow him better access. His index finger made it’s way into my swollen hole, I couldn’t help but arch my back a little, holding on to the bar stool with one hand, I guided his face towards my breast with the other. He quickly got the point,. The older man satback to watch the show, obviously turned on you theimpending fuck that was going to take place a few inchesaway from him. He saw Barbara move towards the cabbie andtake his cock into her mouth. The executive reached around and pulled Barbara’s sweaterup and grabbed her bare breasts. His cock swelled as hepulled her to-wards him. He moved his hands down to herslim waist. Barbara’s mouth still engulfed the cab driver’sdick as the executive sat her ass down on. Quit laughing! Well, we own those too, but that's not what I meant."The paraphernalia: the equipment, apparatus, or furnishing used doing mens activities ... hunting, fishing, saddlery, harvesting, planting ... stuff like that, belong to the male and he can designate who gets to keep it when he dies."Everything else belongs to, is owned by, the women: Houses, barns, lands, stock, victuals and children pass through the female to females. If we ever get to a "marrying" point, things might change,. The air had been thick sometimes. You wanted me inside of you, slowly rubbed your crotch on me, but we stopped. We did the romantic thing, holding each other, touching cheeks, locked eyes, smiles, kisses.You went to go pee and I had another cigarette. I had to go home. We hugged at the door, and spent half an hour of eternity kissing like it was our last chance. It was.There were forty-eight hours in that day, I’m sure. The dark didn’t divide time at all, everything was out of synch yet perfect.