He spilled a little of the punch on the table. I reached up and pinched the ends of my nipples and pulled them up, letting them go, my breasts bounced...and more of my tit was protruding from the hole in my blouse. ‘Want a drink?’ I said as my nipples gave a great showing of themselves. ‘Jess!’ Jon said as all the air left his lungs. I quickly but casually re-buttoned my jacket as I felt my vagina contract and the juices begin to flow. ‘Yeeessss.’ I said and reached for the punch glass. ‘Jon, old. I was looking for the former which I had a peculiar preference for. It had two movies.One I entitled, ‘Dial M for Murder’ and the other, ‘Throw Momma >From The Train.’ These were the substitutes I had used to mask the real titles, ‘Dial M for MOTHER’ and ‘BLOW Momma On The Train.’To my horror, the tape was missing. Only the space it had been removed from gave evidence of it ever being there in the first place. I knew it was there the night before because I had used it to bring myself off and. I am more drawn to you than ever. I love your cock, to be frank. I want to experience it regularly. But I am not looking for a traditional relationship." She tried to read his eyes for a reaction."Nothing about you, my dear, is traditional. But I agree. I love your body and want to enjoy it as often as I can. But I don't know how often that will be. I am not looking for a divorce, at least not yet. And I know you are bisexual and have your long-time companion, Scarlett. I gather that. ”Curie shook her head sadly. “My shot was just slightly off target. I still find it difficult to maintain full concentration when at that range during actual combat.”“Don’t worry, sweetie, you’ll get it. You’ve got to time things to your heartbeats. To me, it looked like you were trying to follow the footsteps and fired right at 150 yards, not letting it get a little closer if needed,” I said.She wryly smiled. “You’re right, madam. I saw it hit the proper range for my scope and even though I.