The intensity is high and you reach over to my lap and discretely begin unbuckling my pants. Your breathing is heavy as you undo my button and zipper ...nd I raise my hips so you can push my slacks down, my erection springing up to my belly and standing at attention. Your hand is soft as you gently begin stroking my shaft, pre-cum oozing all over your fingers. We become completely oblivious to the strangers around us as we succumb to the throes of passion. The intensity becomes too much to bear. She reached into her drawer, pulled out some lube and a vibrator, covered 2 fingers in lube, spread her legs with her knees up and started rubbing at her her clit, occasionally sliding 2 fingers inside her. When she felt she was ready, she coated her vibrator in lube and turned it on. She slowly ran it the length of her pussy lips before holding the tip against her clit making her buck and gasp. Once she felt she could take no more, she slid the vibrator inside her and used her other hand to. Finally layed down next to me, rough, smelled like a man, I got the sheets over us both before he just held me tight from behind. I felt his hard on nicely fit itself up between my cheeks. I wiggled back into him, but he just washed off to sleep. I layed in this arms for a good 20 mins before accepting that he was in charge and I could only temp him so much. I sleep too, like a baby. The next morning he had me blow his wood. I knew that’s what I would want, so I just let him keep. And then she’d have to choose her words perfectly.BLUEGRASS MUSICThe lanky, already-balding in his late 20s, Assistant Manager of Sears Home Furnishings, Mapletree Center, Lincoln NE, always carried a second business card, “Geoffrey Paulson, Guitar, The Bellicose Buzzards, Bluegrass without Saxophones.” It wasn’t as much to snag a paying gig as it was to evoke a reaction from people who knew him in his Sears shirts. The Buzzards were more fun than retail, he’d freely admit. He never met a.