Well i excused my self got my phone out texted my booty call for that night. It appears Ginger was sprung and had other thoughts. Ginger had gloom on ...er face as bid them all good night.It was a fast paced week. Saturday night club scene getting my dance on. Typical scene Ginger and Meli in club again. This was a routine for nothing ever happened except us clubbing. The party was on as they were celebrating Ginger getting a tongue ring. Seems she is coming out of her large shell the nerdy shy. ..Is there a lot of cum in there?...I want it...I want it all...want your cum..." All this passion has me building quickly toward climax, so before it's too late I gently take you by the shoulders and lay you back down. You moan in frustration as I take your hands away from my prick. You look so helpless and desperate. I lean down and kiss your panting lips and pretty face and whisper, "Don't worry, my sweet Erin. I'll give you what you want." I place your arms up over your head, which. After dinner her boss goes on stage to had out some awards to people. Mrs C being one of them. She wasn’t expecting this ether. No bra and very excited wife meant very big nipples point the way. But as she stood up and walked over to the stage she just put her hands up around her face in shock covering her nipples. But once on stage to receive her award, she drops her arms reviling two very hard nipples. With that the lady on my right turns and says. “I wish I had her confidence she looks. I can tell that being vague and funny doesn't really fly with this guy. "Fucking for national security sounds like no worse a deal to me than getting shot for national security," I explain tersely, shrugging while feeling I don't owe much more of an explanation than that. The truth being I've always felt some decisions are not meant for reflecting upon. You make them and you stick with them. Making those calls when you're doing field work and calling the shots is an asset, just like soldiers in.