After the facecloth was wrung out, she held it her right hand and raises her left arm so she could wipe the sweat I so wanted to lick from under her l...ft tit. She placed the facecloth in her other hand and washed away the sweat from under her right tit. She put the facecloth in the sink before clasping her hands together. She stretched them upward as far as she could reach and leaned to the left, then to the right, obviously checking for any sag to her bust which, I could have told her, there. "So," he started, "you wanted something?" Yes, actually," I said, ready to start reciting the speech I hadlearned by heart especially for the party, "I'm an actor..."He interrupted me with, "Most people at this party are, sweet thing."I was very shocked by his addressing me as 'sweet thing', in fact, Ialmost choked on my beer! I took a glance once more a the barmaid,almost in an attempt to regain some masculinity, but she'd left; therewas only Peter and myself, the party was busy going on in. She repeated, and emphasized, that she was married, but she followed it up by saying ‘anyone that messes with this girl knows she’s married!’. That obviously left the door open for possibilities! As we drove along a country road, Paul suddenly remembered he had to meet someone early in the morning and turned the pickup toward home. Cindy didn’t seem to be bothered by the situation at all, and in fact laughed and seemed to consider it an adventure being taken away by a couple of strangers in a. " She said mainly into my coat."Yeah, how come we never cuddled as friends?" I wondered aloud. It's not like we even hugged much before this."Seriously?" she asked pulling back in and looking at my face."Yeah. This is great. Why didn't we do it before?" Because your girlfriends would've gouged my eyes out." She said, straight-faced."What?!" Maybe a slight exaggeration. But not far off. It was always a delicate dance whenever you got a new girlfriend. I was a threat, so I was always really.