" And we have a party," Laura said, eyes twinkling, blood racing. The idea sounded perfectly delicious to her."I guess you're in?" When can I meet her..." We're having dinner after work at the Iron Horse. You want to join us?" I'd be delighted." Only one thing," he cautioned her, before they parted. "She's very jealous. Don't even hint that you and I ever... you know." Absolutely," Laura promised. "Not a word. Not a gesture." Good," he winked. "See you there at six-thirty."Laura was excited as. So here I am, at the bar in conversation with a full bodied beauty dangling her shoe off her toes and I keep glancing down at this act she is putting on. All the sudden Vanessa clears her throats and says, are ya with me or are you interested in those as she points down to what I'm focused on. I try to stammer an apology, but she says don't worry it's getting late maybe we should call it a night any way. At that, I settle up with Jon the bartender then help Vanessa out of her stool.As she. But knowing she was right there looking at them made me want to hide myself. become invisible anything, but let her see them. I tried to cover them with my hands but before I could she held onto my wrists. Without a word she looked into my eyes and back to the scars on my tits from 10 years ago. She gently traced them with her fingers each circle each darkened spot. I felt her lips on my tit and I moaned arching my back a little. The pleasure was incredible but my emotions got the best of me as. He slowly laid on top of my, using my dress and his clothes as a cover underneath my body so the ground wouldnt dig into my back. He pushed in roughly, causing me to gasp and grab his shoulders as if they were going to ease the pain of something huge between my legs. He pushed in more and more, the pain ceasing and the pleasure increasing. He pulled out and my body bucked up, wanting him back inside. He pushed in with more force causing me to moan loudly. He went like this, a slow steady rhythm.