Our First dateWhile we are sitting in the cinema, watching some boring movie, I stretch my arms up in the air and slowly put my arm around you. You sm...le while turning your head toward me. I move my head closer to kiss you. Your lips feel so soft. I feel my heart pumping and feel its effects in my crotch.I stop kissing you for a second, just to move my body so I can use my arms more freely. While my head moves back closer to kiss you, my hand moves over your breast, squeezing them softly. I can. They were small lipstick-sized cameras with lenses on one side and a small antenna on the other side. A long-lasting battery inside the camera insured it would operate non-stop for over thirty years. The images the camera received were transmitted to a television in my bedroom via radio waves. All I needed to do was get the camera into Wayne's house and I could see what happened inside.Sherwin was also kind enough to give me a lock pick. He said he was confident it could open ninety percent of. Bobby told him that he just missed her but has no idea where she ran off to. As he was explaining this to Dylan, her head hit the wall and he forced his cock further into her throat holding it there. Claire heard Dylan say thank you and walked away. Closing the door, Bobby released his cock out her mouth. She gagged and gasped for air. Claire was panting and rubbing her throat; reliving the experience. “To this day I can’t believe I let him do that to me. I really can’t.” Claire was about. "It's a wonderful night, Chantelle. I can't thank you enough. For everything."She turned to me and smiled back. "Roger, dear boy, you are most welcome."I sensed a moment. "What's Josephine's story?" I asked. "Is everything okay?" She was just a little late. Apparently she and her damned sister got a bit drunk... and Adrian too. I'm glad all 'he' has to do is operate the lights and music. Fortunately he knows that stuff like the back of his hand." Where's Josephine now?" Relax Roger. She's.