”I kept staring at the camera with my mouth shut until the director turned off the bright lights and began talking. I looked over at Ari Fleischer, ...ho was standing in the corner with a copy of the speech in his hand. “Did I blow my lines?” I asked.“No, sir, I think you got them,” he answered.“Good.” I waited for some of the technical people to leave and said, “Remember how I said I wanted a sit down with you to go over some of the information on the intelligence problems we had?” He nodded, so. My lover was so happy. We sat in our respected seats. There was one more surprise – the seats next to us were not filled and they remained empty.Radha held my hand tightly, I gave her a kiss on the forehead. And we continued to watch the movie. During the interval, we bought popcorn and took some photos.The movie resumed. I put my hand on my girlfriend’s shoulder and she put her head on my chest. We both kissed passionately forgetting about the surroundings. After almost 5 minutes of passionate. Do you mind if I help myself?“Fuck man, that sucks! And what a bitch that Cindy is” Carl says after my story. Pffffew, it feels good to have told someone, especially when he reacts like that. Carl then talks about his wife Diana. Not about her death, but about what a nice, spontaneous, sweet woman she was. How they had actually always been soul mates, finishing each other's sentences. The evening goes by in the blink of an eye. When I finally get up to go to the bathroom and then go home, I. So, as homeboy was going to town on Amber's hiked-up coochie, clearly enjoying how readily she was giving it up to him, I told him to stop pounding and instead to "get up in it" and enjoy a slow grind and let his dick just soak and marinate in the soft, wet, warm juices of her pussy, and let her "feel" his hardness in a way that she or he would EVER forget! Now, the sight of this lucky bastard, having impaled and buried his rock hard dick in my wife's pussy, and keeping it in while he slowly.