.. but he hadn't remembered anything. That kiss convinced him, however, that she wasn't really angry with him, so he went."So," she greeted him, looki...g at him through lowered lashes. "Did you remember anything?" Um ... not exactly," he said."Not exactly," she said as she showed him to "his" booth."I wrote some things ... and they kind of came out of the blue, so I sort of figure I must have done some of them sometime in my past." I see," she said. "I'll be back," she said, looking through the. Laughing with joy, I kissed her back even more enthusiastically than she did me. Occasionally our lips actually meet as we cover each other's faces with kisses. Her legs lifted and wrapped around my hips and I held her up, crushing her breasts against my chest. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see several people looking in our direction. Some, mostly men smiled at the obvious display of affection, several women also looking in our direction pursed their lips, pruning their faces in. I knocked the bedroom door and pretended to let the guy in. Once back in the room, I said, "This is my wife and she wants you to fuck her." I touched her differently and we had sex. I don’t know if she went along with it but the sex was great. I ushered the imaginary guy out the front door and then took the blindfold off her. "Did you enjoy that?" "I did and want to do it again, without the blindfold," she replied. I gasped but could not say anything as I started the ball rolling. How could I. Last night he put a candy cane in my ass while he tongued my pussy. Hey, don't knock it until you've tried it. He had me seeing sugarplums. His fingers played on the skin of my upper thigh and I seeped more into my panties. I throbbed harder, too. I couldn't stop thinking about how we'd make that truck jump in four hours and how long that four hours was going to feel. It was like he could read my mind. "Want to try something?" he asked me with a twinkle in his eye. "Something naughty?" I asked..