When he kisses you, he is kissing you. He is right there, in the kiss with you. Don’t you want a kiss like that?”Nancy blushed furiously and said,...“Yes,” very softly.I put the wine bottle down and walked over to Nancy. I held out my hand for her to stand up. I looked down at her until she finally looked up and me and I slowly, very slowly, leaned down to kiss her. I was firm but kept the contact soft as I put a hand on her waist. The hint of bourbon from her drink was sweet on my lips and I. Do you understand? You've come this far. Don't blow it now. It'll make you a star. Famous. Have everything you ever wanted."Max saw the torment in her face from the battle waging inside her head. When her eyes looked up he knew he had won.Heather flung one leg over his lap. Facing him on her tiptoes, she waited, but Max just beamed at her. Heather reached down and guided his hard cock to her pussy, wedging the tip between her folds. She lowered onto his organ. His thick cock slid into her warm. Once he finished buckling the shoes, Vern lifted his wife's blackaviator sunglasses off his nose and checked his appearance one lasttime in the rearview mirror. He then reached for the handle of thecar door and pulled it open, careful not to lose one of his press onnails.Swinging his legs out the door together, Vern stepped out of the carand closed the door behind him before he placed his keys into hispocketbook. The cool autumn air blew up the A-line skirt of his blackand white, tweed knit. "I was hoping that things would pick up but they never did." Oh John!" Miranda sympathised. "I knew that things were quiet, but I didn't realise that they were that bad; what will you do?" Well, Miranda!" he sighed. "I'm ready to retire any way, but I'm concerned for you and the rest of the staff ... what will YOU do?"She smiled reassuringly. "Oh I'm sure that something will come up." And I'll at least give you all glowing references." He smiled a little apologetically.Miranda laughed lightly..