It was electric and I pushed my pussy closer. Now we were locked in the most passionate kiss I could remember. Even my first serious kiss and my honey...oon were not this good. I was hot and wanton, and I was wanton for him. Suddenly he pulled his hand away and broke the kiss and I was disappointed, until I noticed the waiter standing in front of us talking. I didn’t hear what the waiter said, but he shook his head and said that he wanted to leave. I tried to straighten my skirt but he was. She's dark-haired, as you might expect, with a compact body that is just perfect from what I've seen of it. Her skin is light amber looking like a wonderful, all-over tan. She went to college with Donna and paid her expenses by modeling for clothing catalogs. "Oh, babe, you picked the one I'd sure go for, that's for sure." "I thought you would. And you've never seen her naked, either. I have, you'd cream your pants." "I have every reason to believe you, hon, she's a doll." "You'd love to fuck. I waited for the scream, but it didn't come. Maybe she'd had too much wine to recognise me? I looked at her eyes - they were red and puffy, but not through tiredness or alcohol: she had been crying. I yanked up my pants and loosely did my belt to stop them falling again whilst I made my way purposefully to a sorry looking Donna."What's wrong?" I asked, truly concerned with my friend's new wife. Finally, she seemed to notice that there was someone else in the room and the bride looked up into my. I snagged my copies and stuck them in my jacket pocket.We parked about a block away from the restaurant and on the walk up my gut started to churn. It had been a mistake suggesting La Estrellita, I realized. That had been 'our' restaurant when Alicia and I were dating. The food was good and cheap and we'd ended up dining there about once a week. In fact, we'd gotten to be such regulars that Alicia would just say 'the usual' and the waitress would put in an order for chicken soft tacos with.