Please, trust me. She looks at me and can tell I'm serious and says “Ok I guess”. While being held from behind so she can't use her hands, I un...ip her pants. She seems very apprehensive and almost unwilling at this point. I kiss and reassure her, “It's not what you think. Trust me.” I pull off her shirt and bra with the help of the unknown person behind her. I now can see her. All of her. “I married her!” Wow. Man, I'm so lucky. I grab her face with both of my hands and continue our. One cola coming up.”The bartender poured a glass of soda and set it on the counter. He added, “The ice is made from distilled water.”“That’s good. I’d hate to drink what they are passing off as water around here.”“You and me, both.”Peter carried his glass of soda over to a corner table where a man sat staring at his drink. He looked like he was on his last legs ... spiritually, not in terms of sobriety. He watched Peter approach with narrowed eyes. The other men in the bar watched Peter make. At the slightest noise, I jumped and took a little longer than I expected to take a decent photo because of my nervousness.Eric was happy and told me to put a scarf over his eyes. I felt that, by accepting this type of challenge, he decided to make this first time for us 2 unforgettable for us.in front of an unknown man in front of me, Eric stuck a finger in my mouth that I sucked on gently, then another and another.Then he left and I kept my mouth open.I felt his penis touch my lips, he played. Damned if I'm ever going to let that happen again!" I responded back.I had no sooner said that, than the sound of a lawn mower starting up in my sister's back yard startled me, not to mention making it slightly noisier inside my sister's kitchen. On most Saturdays, I had gotten in the habit of driving over to my sister's house for an early morning cup of coffee and weekly gossip. Having been doing so for so long, and since she lived less than a mile away from my house, I'd gotten in the habit.