Uska gaand kached dikh raha tha. Fir main bedroom me gaya aur Vaseline le ke uske gaand me ragadne laga.Wo boli kit ere lund me abhi bhi jaan hai? Mai...e bola ki abhi to aur 5 baar chodh du tujhe. Fir maine apne lund pe bhi thoda Vaseline lagaya aur uske gaand ke ched pe rakha aur ghusane laga. Baar baar lund fisal ja raha tha. Wo hasne lagi. Maine fir haath se pakad ke uske gaand ke ched pe lund rakha aur push kiya to bas supada andar gaya. Wo chilla uthi aur bolne lagi bahar nikalne ko. Maine. After getting my eyelashes darkened and thickened, that single task took me the better part of a half-hour, I removed the towel from my head and stared in utter disbelief. My hair... I mean the suits blond hair had grown to where my collar would be if I had been wearing a shirt. And I hadn't felt a thing. Well at least the ponytail style I had opted for would work well. That I had even practiced on a hairstylist at a shop to be sure I could do it the way I most liked it. Ah... most liked it on. Dave and I reseated ourselves.Before she could ask about the appetizer, I told her about the don’t ask, don’t tell rule to save her any embarrassment.Then the soup arrived it too was delicious. It was onion based, but wasn’t covered with a layer of cheese like I’ve seen French onion soup have.Then they served the most magnificent prime rib I have ever had in my life. After the rib the maitre d’ once again whispered in Dave’s ear. Dave turned to Pam and told her to go with him and do whatever he. Time with each other was a rare gift. That’s the nature of an extramarital affair. We both got out of the car, walked up to each other and embraced, kissing softly. We told each other we would make plans for a preplanned hotel rendezvous. Which brings me back to the present. As I lie back in the bubble bath, I smile, thinking about that fucking hot kissing session in my car, his tongue swirling with mine. I remember the taste of him. The moans. The sounds. As if he were in the bath with me, my.