She seemed full of nervous energy, and she smiled at me a lot, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief. Marcel watched the exchange of looks that passed...between us with a wry smile on his face. He asked a few questions, but mostly listened while I told him about going back to Louisiana. He didn’t believe me when I told him how cold it was on Christmas Day in Thibodaux, since I had frequently bragged about how balmy the winters were in the Gulf South. We avoided the subject of the war, and the. Love came from time. The fact we wanted to stay together and never get uncomfortable about it. Not very romantic is it?" No," she said pouting."But that's the thing. It's like sex. No one really tells you the truth. You have to find it by yourself and struggle through the lies to get there. Love isn't a flash or a moment or the beginning of anything. Love is persistence. It's slow to develop. What the books and the movies say isn't real. When two people become attracted to each other, that's. I love the feeling of those hands all over me, especially on my ass and my heart started to beat a little faster as he pressed me tightly against his warm body. Pulling away and taking his hand I led him over to the drink tray waiting for him."What can I get you tonight babe?" I offered, one hand gesturing toward the assortment of drinks waiting and the other handing him his blunt. "How about some of that Canadian Rye?" he replied. "When in Rome as they say" he followed as he lit up the blunt. Finally, she shifted and pulled his cock into her mouth. Jeff was filming madly as Audrey sucked Charlie’s cock and fondled his balls. As Audrey felt Charlie’s balls tighten to cum, she pulled her mouth off of him and stroked him feverously until he came. Audrey reached around to the front seat for her purse and the package of tissues which she used to clean her hand and the back of the front seat. Jeff was getting hard just reliving the moment but then the moment faded. He saw the tears in.