His strong hands were at my waist as if to hold me up until I felt his right hand gently cupping my right breast. A moan escaped my throat. He then pi...ched my nipple gently and brought it to attention. He always had loved my breasts. They obviously still turned him on.He whispered in my ear, "Let's go upstairs." I turned to face him with that hint of naughtiness that he hadn't seen in quite some time.I took his hand and led the way. As we made our way up the stairs, I remembered our first date,. Mostly folks going from somewhere to nowhere and back again, a society in transition. Nobody ever saw or heard anything in places like this. The people who just might, would be checking out early and 300 miles away before lunch. A couple days, a week maybe before the locals here got the locals there to track those people down. They wouldn't remember anything but the monotony of the road and the kids fighting in the back seat.Sid wasn't overly large, not especially menacing. Short black hair,. But then the discovery of his father's cancer made him stay at home and made Shane the only one taking care of his dad's business. Months later his dad passed away, leaving his company to his 23 year old son. But in two years Shane was able to accomplish a lot and the company became even more successful than ever."Shane," Shane, you okay?" Thia asked as she noticed how he was staring at his parent's house. They had been there inside the car for ten minutes now and he did nothing but look at the. Holding hands now, John twitches several more times, as he unloads the contents of his balls inside her tight little cunt, groaning at each thrust, all the while Chrissie beaming down on her man, as he demonstrates his need for her in the most basic of ways.Collapsing on top of him, several seconds later, they embrace and kiss, softly, delicately, Chrissie's hand running through his hair, as she lays to his side. They engage in intimate whispers and giggles and Chrissie's hand wanders down to.