The sound of the skin on her forehead separating from the sticky substance on wood suddenly made sense. Oh. Lifting, that was the trick. Sound erup...ed into her ears as her butt slid off the barstool, her forehead coming up off the varnished, smooth wood of the bar. The lights that had previously played on the floor were now obvious – from a lamp post on the street outside. When the door opened as someone came or went, it reflected off the massive mirror behind the bar and through the various. She could feel her cunt pulsing, demanding more attention but Cindy realized that if she kept going she was sure to make enough noise to wake up the rest of the house. She needed something to cover the sound of her pleasure, after all she couldn't hold her lips together forever, and one orgasm just wasn't going to do it for her this morning.As Cindy was trying to decide what to do she heard a door shut and realized it had to be Dave leaving for school since he'd mentioned the night before that. I pulled in, figuring I’d check out a couple videos.The place was empty, except for the worker behind the counter. I nodded to him, and went in the back where the booths were. It was pitch black back there, but I managed to find a booth, enter, and then, lock the door behind me. I put a dollar into the machine, and selected a movie. The screen put out enough light to see, and I noticed there was no glory hole. It didn’t matter, because no one else was there anyway, and I felt like I had. Kanchana could feel every scent in his breath as her tongue explored her husband. Mutton biriyani, tandoori chicken, butter paneer, methi parata and the works washed down with an enormous glass of goats milk. A feast fitting for a king who was properly equipped to satisfy his queen. Kanchana heard the fabled words ‘I love you’ as he found the opening and gradually ploughed forward. She gasped in raw excitement as his firm buttocks powered through every movement and jolting the bed in process..