I moved behind the wall and felt her ass cheek through her dress. She didn't flinch or interrupt her flow. I put my hand under her dress and had a fee... of her legs. Again she acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Not wishing to get caught I drifted off out the other door and back to the party.Later that evening we were chatting again, she looked around let's go and led me upstairs. She opened a door slightly and hooked her head through. "It's empty," she said, "Come on."We went. . then he told me that he thought that I really wanted to take you. He said that he had met many cuckolds before and he could spot one a mile off.” “What did you say to that?” “I didn’t say anything,” Neil said. “What could I say? It was the truth anyway.” “Then what happened?” “He... he asked would I like to come back to the store with him and buy you something to wear in bed for him tonight. He said that he would choose it and that I should give him the money to pay for it.” “And so you. The dude’s beefy ass was quite simply the best thing Phil had ever known. It was covered in very fine, almost blond hairs and consisted of a muscular base overlain with a soft sheen of plumptitude. He parted those satiny mounds and lust hit him right between the eyes. There lay the prettiest, reddest like rosebud that Phil could ever wish for bracketed by a flicker of ginger fuzz. It was a sight to revive the impotent and Phil was torn between just staring at it and devouring it like it was the. ’ He went back to wiping his counter, leaving Matt to his own devices. Not intent on feeling like crap, he took a sip of the rum, and then decided to glance around the bar. It was a fairly classy place, well lit, and friendly. On the far wall, there were some booths, and their padded seats certainly seemed more accommodating than the bar stool he was sitting on. Grabbing his green beret in one hand, and his drink and phone in the other, he got up, and paced over to the second last booth from.