I wanted to dive in and get lost in her shimmering, wet-looking lips.After dinner we opened the second bottle of wine and settled into Pretty Woman an... then Dirty Dancing. We enjoyed smiles, laughter and quite a few tears.Cat leaned in and moved my hair away from my tear soaked face. She used a napkin and dried my tears her face just inches from mine.My mind froze and I wasn’t sure what to do.‘Was she going to kiss me? Did I want her to kiss me?’I didn’t know anything. I was lost and captivated. Half an hour later, with King accompanying us, we entered the basement. I half-expected to find a tunnel leading to the west and the boathouse on Sawashee Creek. We did, and verified that the tunnel was both empty and unused. It was nearly a mile long, just like the one at the Hanley house. The big difference was that this one had no footprints in the dust on the limestone floor.I hadn’t expected to find tunnels to the east and south. Those tunnels led to dead ends at what appeared to be old. The owner, Stanley, knows us and likes to play with us. There's another couple, and the guy couldn't stop staring at me. The owner took me back in the dressing room, left the curtain open. He leaned me over and started fucking my pussy. We made a lot of noise. The other woman in the store came into the dressing area and stood and watched me getting fucked for a while. She didn't act upset or walk away. Just stood and watched. Obviously a swinger. She left and her man came back and watched for a. She did as she was told. As he pulled away from the light, the lower part of her dress parted and blew up to the last buttoned part of her dress even with her crotch. The wind and the seat belt kept her top open so that one or the other of her nipples always seemed to be uncovered.Between stop lights, they were moving so fast nobody had much of a good look at her. When they came to a red light, they were stopped right in front of the crosswalk. They were so low that people walking across the.