Looking around, it seemed they were the only ones there. In a few minutes, they both returned carrying our plates. After they set them down, they look...d at each other, then the blond said, “Would you like anything else?” Everything we’d ordered was there and looked good. “No. It all looks great,” I replied. The dark-haired girl said, “Are you sure? We get off at midnight.” “Oh,” from Jim. The blond looked around, then whispered, “We have a room at the motel.” Holy shit! I don’t know about Jim,. Angela stood up and, holding her arms out, said with a beaming smile, “Cuddle?”Tony gratefully fell into Angela’s outstretched arms and as one arm went around his neck the other grasped and squeezed his bottom. “You naughty boy,” Angela whispered into Tony’s ear.“Sorry,” Tony replied reckoning that Angela was still play-acting and he rather liked his bottom being squeezed because of the continuing closeness of Angela’s body to his own and the additional stinging feeling it gave him.After a long. Every spring, these trappers took their furs to Taos to sell or trade. Five years after he started trapping, he met my mother on one of his trips to Taos, they fell in love, despite the age difference, and were married two years later.“I was born the following year and grew up with Josefa and Ignacia. Then mother died, just before the war started. Father decided to take me to New Orleans, where there were other French, and enrolled me in a lady’s finishing school. He paid my entire five-year. This was with exaggerated movements, clearly meant to show her crotch to me. She was smiling fuck it!At me.I thought when her male companion returned, his strained limping walk causing him some distress, with a tray of drinks and sandwiches, that she would cease her flashing and concentrate on his groomed sophisticated persona. He looked younger than she did. She was bleached blonde, but carefully groomed, busty, but not plump and when he arrived, she slung her light jacket away from her.