Surely, she didn't believe that I would dump Cynthia for Jessica Langley. How could I have loved such a quarrelsome person? Kelley watched as I unbutt...ned her coat, slowly, taking my time. She must have known that if she uttered one word, I would get in my car and drive off, leaving her standing in the middle of the street.I unzipped my own coat, and put my arms inside her coat, the same way I'd encircled Cynthia with my arms. Kelley did the same, placing one hand on my back and the other one. I got up to my knees to try and see more, then made out the pale outline of my wife’s dress again, rising up barely to his waist this time. His arms were directed downward to her head, or was it her shoulders, guiding, aiming, pulling her to him. They stayed like this for another five minutes or so. I couldn’t work out if there was really movement going on, or was it just my image of them shimmering in the dim light? I had my cock out in my hand, and was slowly stroking. You probably also remember not having to worry about getting a good room. A week's stay always broke out to around forty-five bucks per night and you always had folks your own age to relate to. Sadly enough though we watched as our little sanctuary slipped into the hands of the mighty hordes.Even after the Spring breakers discovered our little piece of paradise, we continued to go. It was our place; we had too many memories to give it up. We finally conceded though that, if we were going to. I was all pink and clean from a good tubbing. My nipples were hard with excitement, and I could see my ribs moving with every anxious breath. My tummy was fluttering, though that was only on the inside.Daddy, of course, was downstairs watching TV and reading the newspaper, totally oblivious to my anxiety. He would only find out about my display after the ball was over, presenting him with, as Mademoiselle Duclos would say, a fait accompli.I wondered if she was going to be there at the dance as.