He was busy parking the car and didn't pay her any mind.Jack jumped out of the car and ran around to her side. He opened her door and she took his han.... Stepping out, she looked around, confused, nervous. About to ask where they were, her mouth snapped shut when he grabbed her arm and pulled her. She took a few stumbling steps and then walked with him as he led her through a side entrance. Jack looked around until he spotted a man who he waved to and came over. Marge didn't like the way the man. My hand tugged at the loose shirt I used to sleep in, pulled it up slightly over my stomach before my hand lowered along my body. Lightly I traced my fingertips over my skin and over the thin fabric of my panties. There I halted for a short moment before I put a little pressure upon my clit. Once again I sighed, but more in pleasure that time. It felt nice to get to masturbate without the worry of someone walking in, a rare moment for myself. I rubbed up and down and side to side through my. Actually, they fit better than briefs. Briefs had always sagged a bit in front when I had worn them, if you catch my drift. Getting me to wear bras took a week of convincing. Every morning in our first week of marriage, he told me to put on a bra. I refused, and he grabbed my balls … hard. By that Friday, he didn’t even have to tell me what he wanted. I put on the bra on my own. Bras were a regular part of my daily dressing from then on, even though I always wore men’s clothes over them.. We headed to the apartment and went inside. After kicking off our shoes, we embraced and kissed softly. Kara broke the kiss.“Just love me gently tonight. It’s our last night until ... well, until you come to your senses!” she giggled.We made love twice, showered, and then walked to Frisch’s for dinner. When we finished dinner, we walked back to the apartment and made love twice more. The last coupling was sweet and slow, both of us savoring what we knew could be the last time. I made it last as.