The North Shore Country Club was an elegant and romantic spot.I looked down at Claire Poindexter seated at the table and the view from above allowed m... to gaze past her swelling bosom right down to her flat silky belly showing the same nicely shaded tan."Please, sit down, David, that is, if you can tear your eyes away from Teresa's pretty ass."It was true I was still distracted by the pretty Latino girl's ass moving with the studied beat of a wild beast in the jungle. The movement of the ass. “I’m pretty sure you’re not allowed to fuck in here,” I said, intently. I put my arms on back while kissing her, before slowly sliding them underneath her yoga pants to grab her bare ass.We’ve got to make this quick,” she breathed into my ear. I pulled the bra off of her and flung it to the corner of the room, then, without hesitation, turned her around. She had her hands pressed against the wall of the room, her back arched as I kissed her neck. As she massaged her ass against the throbbing. She was teasing me once more."Well, romantic in setting and... ," my voice died out, trying to think of what to say that wouldn't be misconstrued.She smiled that knowing smile once more but didn't pursue the question further. We were walking back to the boat yard. We had progressed to holding hands now and then, falling into it easily. Charlotte had no idea how electric her touch was to me, and it left me wondering what my touch felt like to her.There was some paperwork to go over with the yard. " coaxed the medic. " I do embrace them. " answered Peter, feeling a lightness of spirit as he had never felt before. It was as if he was newly born, awaiting the final form that the Almighty chose to give shape to. At this naked expression of contentment, Madame Franstein and company broke the circle and took the trembling happy Peter into thier loving arms. October of the same year, Franz sat by the comfort of his modest fireplace, a glass of ale to keep the chill of the coming winter away..