Sliding it down to my entrance I circled it, raising the vibration. Sliding it up and down over my clit and now wet hole, I began breathing harder.Wan...ing to add some fantasy, I pictured a male model doing me, but his face kept fading and turning in to Pontes. I stopped fighting it and imagined him next to me, his young dick taking the place of the vibrator.Turning it to full, I slipped the rounded head inside me, my other hand massaging my clit.My orgasm began to build and just before I let. Upset, that’s all, and I overreacted. My apologies, Mr. Martin. It won’t happen again. I promise you that. Lauren, please be reasonable! I’m trying to build our future for our family and all that!”Clearly, it had occurred to the lawyerly side of Lewis, Damien thought with amusement, that if divorced from him, Lauren could be required to testify against him in court. That, far more than any other reason, sexual, financial, romantic, or whatever, judging from the man’s panic, was behind his. “And don’t ever come back!” yelled Sal, at their backs, as they hurried off down the sidewalk.Sal turned to find Jill standing there with tears in her eyes.“Don’t listen to him, Jill,” said Sal, who had a bit of a crush on her, but firmly treated her like she was his niece. “He’s a prick.” He turned to his customers, all of whom were regulars. They were already back to eating, or drinking coffee, or reading the newspaper, like usual. He wasn’t worried about them. He was just glad the bastard. Tammy flopped in the chair beside me, leaving her husband to sit between her and Jack . It was at this time I wished that the restaurant had square tables instead of round ones. I would have been sitting on the same side as Tammy and they would have been on the other side.We all enjoyed a beer while waiting for our steak dinners. I could feel Tammy’s leg rubbing against mine. Everyone had worn shorts due to the warm evening so there was plenty of skin on skin between Tammy and me. As dinner.