Good thing the opening band was still on! Her hands were busy too as I was chomping on her tits like a late desert – busy undoing my belt, unzipping...my pants and yanking out my cock! One hand was kneading and fondling my balls while the other stroked my rock hard shaft. “Oh fuck yes, oh fuck yes”, she kept moaning. “Fuck yes, I want this so bad”! I was in absolute heaven. She pushed me back away from her tits and pulled off the long sleeve shirt I was wearing over my tee. Quickly folding it up. I rolled over onto my side and watched her. I watched her breathe. I watched her expressions change as she slept. I watched and I watched, the love I felt for this incredible woman filling me up as it always does. Her beauty shocks me. It always has, and it continues to do so until this day. It always will. I think few would deny that she is beautiful. To say otherwise would be like saying red is green and yellow black. But I’m very aware that my perception of her beauty exists on a different. Somehow Jim's plan was changed during the discussion. That was when Jim understood that, even though he was the leader, he was not the dictator. He was the leader by acceptance and would only hold that position as long as he made good decisions and listened to his people. "Listen to me," he thought. "I'm beginning to sound like some damn politician." He noticed he didn't get one comment from JJ or Kim at the thought. He had been practicing that brick wall thing that Kim came up with. Maybe it. They were in the process of remodeling and expanding the facilities. He would be off for the rest of the weekend and had promised to make up for the late night Friday by taking her out on Saturday. The sun was setting and the lights flickered on in the nearly empty parking lot when she pulled up. There was a white van with 'Matt's Plumbing' painted on the side parked beside the back entrance. Cindy gathered her bag from the trunk and made her way inside. Kurt was sitting at the desk reading.