I’m not sure if it’s the booze already in me or not, but I’m relaxed. It’s a good size pub. The music is loud and thumping. There are enough p...ople in here to make anyone claustrophobic, but I don’t mind. Tig orders us drinks and drags me to the dance floor. We dance to the loudest, mind blowing music. We even attempt to make conversation over the music, which isn't easy. He holds me close, and we dance, as if we've done it all our lives. I’m feeling comfortable with him, and loving it. The. I'm afraid I'll wake up one day and wonder where my life went." She felt the emotion in her throat and her eyes were full, but she swallowed it down again and blinked back the tears, not understanding why she was blurting all this out.She slid the omelette onto a plate and poured the remaining eggs into the pan. While they cooked she sliced an orange into pieces and put them on both plates. Cheese and ham went into the pan on top of the eggs, then she folded the second omelette over to finish. His standout feature is his thick cock, nine-inches when fully erect.I asked my my man to rub oil into my completely naked body, with special attention to my ass. When the two men arrive I want to be the center of attention and impress them with my ass, so I wear a high wasted tiny black thong to highlight the cheeks of my ass. Then killer heels and a very short shirt that leaves my oily ass exposed, with just one button done up to accentuate my cleavage.“You look hot and fuckable honey, very. I loved this read.The Black TelephoneWhen I was a young boy, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box ... I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was “Information Please” and there was nothing she did not know..