I kissed my husband goodbye and told him I loved him. I said I would call when he should come get me. He had a sort of almost zombie-like look on his ...ace and said OK. I got out and went to the door, looked back, knocked, and then looked back again when the door opened and my lover for the night stood smiling. I waited a few seconds, just smiling and saying hello, before I went in. I figured maybe my husband would get a look at my date.When I telephoned to be picked up, my husband just burst. I found her at the bar and I sidled up behind her and squeezed myself in as if to order. She turned and we clocked each other. I knew I was in. To cut it short I ended up telling her I loved to smoke weed and I wanted to get high and eat her cunt.One drink later, she was back in my room and I had pulled off her jeans to reveal plain cotton panties and a wet slit. It got much wetter as I tongue fucked her, allowing my slaver to run down to her arse crack. I lightly toyed her bud with my middle. They were massive windowless buses, reinforced with heavy armor and wide enough to take up both lanes on the road, with tank treads instead of tires. They used electric motors that were powered by S2 Engines, essentially making it so that they could run forever, no longer relying on gas or electricity.He was using this unholy technology more and more, running his whole operation with the power of S2 Engines. Fossil fuels, solar power, hydroelectricity, nuclear power, he was making them all. "Well. Rather than hang out in stuffy old London, I thought we'd come to Wales and relax before our holiday," Amanda said.I smiled. "And?" And I grew up here in Cardiff," Amanda said."And?" And... I'd like you guys to meet my mom?"I laughed. It felt good to get ahead of one girl one time. "Why don't you call her and see if we can get together then?" Keep the initiative."Lunch is at twelve-thirty," Amanda said — allowing the natural order of things to reassert itself.Eventually Barb came out and.