”“Hi Andrew, nice to meet you,” she said offering her hand, her eyes lowering quickly to judge the bulge in his pants.“Hi Cathy, yes very beau...iful indeed,” he replied trying not to be too obvious looking at her very revealing cleavage and noticed wedding rings on her left hand. “Would you like anything from the bar or a wine list?”“We’ll be staying here at the Centre for a while this evening so I think I can get away with a drink or two. I’m going to have the chicken breast meal with a bottle. ”“You can touch me now.”“We shouldn’t. Just our hands?”“Under the table. Where do you think of touching me, Jax?”“All over. Your chest. Your stomach. Unbuckling your belt. Unzipping your pants. Letting my fingers roam across your inner thighs, massaging higher. Feeling your skin grow warmer.”“I’m burning up.”“Should I stop?”“When you think about me, do you…”“Shh.” “The diner’s practically empty. No one is listening.”“I have a toy.” “Holy smokes.”“When I think about you, I take off my clothes,. Her torso pushed hard against my face, twisted one way then the other. Her inaudible moans screeched and echoed around the room. Finally, “Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” Her shrill scream announced her orgasm to anyone not below deck. “Stop, Sonny! Stop!” I already had, but still held her up on my shoulders. Her body still tensing and climaxing, I slowly lowered her sweaty butt to the bunk. Tanya rolled from one side to the other, pressing the inside of her forearm against her slippery wet vulva. I. He listened to her pull the dry laundry out of the dryer, move the wet laundry into the dryer, and put a fresh load into the washing machine. He was tempted to open the 4chan window again, but opted not to as he wasn't sure what would be on the front page now. Eventually she went back upstairs after briefly talking about what they would be doing for dinner. Finally, upon hearing the door close, John brought his 4chan window back up and refreshed the page.He barely had to scroll down the page.