Pushing his fingers deeper into her silk panties, his fingers caressed the length of her damp slit, a musky smell of sex slowly filling the tiny room....With renewed purpose he removed his hand from her panties, placing them under her woolen sweater, gripping her curvy waist tightly. He motioned for her to turn around, his control so confident, bordering on the verge of forceful yet Lynn tingled with anticipation, savoring his manly physical touch that had been so absent in her marriage for too. There was a small metal ring, like a gasket around the top of the tank where the cap screwed on. I reached down with a finger and tried to feel for an edge to the gasket and as I ran the finger around it, I bumped into something hanging down from it. I slid a second finger in and was able to grip something. It pulled up easily and I saw it was a braided wire – stainless steel by the looks of it. As I pulled it up the little metal gasket it was attached to came up as well. Along with that came a. She was almost done. About the time Marie began to feel some warmth returning to her legs and arms, Sings in the Morning handed the dress to her and indicated she should put it on. To Marie's utter amazement, the dress fit very well. Sings in the Morning had taken no physical measurements of Marie and Marie had no idea the dress she had seen her working on a few times was to be hers.Well now, I certainly have come up in the world some, thought Marie, A dress, a buffalo robe, and warm moccasin. ”As Amanda and Jill watched, George lurched towards Frank a second time, swearing he was sober as a judge, and Frank simply backed away. After he stumbled against a second table, though, he stopped and straightened up. Shaking the cobwebs from his head, he took a deep breath. “You’re right. I can’t drive. I apologize.” Taking another deep breath, he said, “Actually, I’m not drunk, just not sober enough to drive.”“Should we call a cab?” asked Jill, slipping an arm around her husband’s waist.“Oh.