Looking perplexed Laura returns to her table and friends. "Who was that?" they want to know. "I don't know," she replies, "He said his name was Legion...and we would... talk some other time." "Gees, Laura! The way you went up to him, we thought you knew him. Then we thought he was going to have a feel right then and there!" her flatmates laugh. "He was not going to feel me up!" Laura retorts. Sure at the time he would. "Do you think I would let some stranger cop a' feel?" she asks, a bit testily.. Even in my dream state it's intoxicating not knowing whose finger is where, or whose hand cups my balls. A fingernail traces a path down my inner thigh. A tiny wet finger wriggles its way into my asshole. It's a chaotic maelstrom of hands and tongues everywhere. I take pleasure in losing myself in their loving embrace. Time slows and then stands still. Nothing exists except those tender caresses. Together, they suck me, and I love it. Abruptly, my lovely lady withdraws, fixing her hair and. The four pilots were in the conference room most of the day checking through manuals of the new A10 and comparing them with those of the American A10. They would discuss the differences, making notes and asking questions. They would bring up any unanswered questions or concerns later in the afternoon, when they met with the civilian engineers.But what they really wanted was to see, was the British A10 in the flesh; first it was arriving on Tuesday, then on Wednesday.Finally it arrived on. Over the blouse he placed his lips on her nipples and blew hot breath on them through the fabric. My wife moaned softly and involuntarily rubbed her legs together.It was looking like this would go beyond just hugging and kissing and I was in a quandary. One part of me wanted to object but the other part of me was getting very excited and wanted to see what next. It seemed like my fantasy of seeing my wife being fucked by another man was going to be actually played out.My wife was moaning.