I kissed the k**s and headed out the door. My husband caught my hand before making it completely out the door and pulled me back and in tight to him. ...e kissed me deeply and very passionate almost buckling my knees all the while reaching under my skirt and feeling my freshly shaved pussy. Then off to the car but he already had me turned on. I got to work only with a minute to spare. The day was a dark stormy day great for my birthday I thought but my colleagues had a small party with cupcakes. He's wonderful. Just don't forget to show up." I'll be there." Pete finished buttoning up the copter. Wiping most of the grease from his hands and face, he made a mental note to get cleaned up, then stop by the cook shack on his way to the main office. These long days made meal times come awfully far apart when a man was working."ManPete not work on chopter?" KeeBar's voice held a note of sad inquiry."Oh, KeeBar. I was wondering when you would show up. Mr. Johnson wants both of us over at his. I went to the bar and ordered a coke and watched the people dance, it was easy to see who was intoxicated as they danced, there was more then one on the floor but Sarah and Michele were fine.As the night progressed Michele and Sarah continued to dance and drink and I could tell that they were starting to become intoxicated. It became easier to tell as they danced more seductively and as the night went on these two started to bump and grind; it looked rather sexy watching these two, it was. I was just messing with you." Son of a bitch!" barked Jack, who was suddenly ghost pale. "It's fucking true!"That fact affected the adults so much that Fran didn't even scold him for using language like that in front of the children.It is one thing to accept a premise as fact, on a cerebral or academic level. It is another entirely to accept it on an emotional one. This phenomenon leads to situations in which you know something is true, but have a hard time believing it anyway. If you need more.