It was too dark to see everything but I knew my sensual wife was not wearing any thong.She had seemingly forgotten about me sitting at the bar…Sudde...ly one of the guys disappeared below the table and the conversation stopped. I saw Anita shuddered; she closed her eyes and rolled her head back. Then I was sure that guy was giving her oral sex under the table…I confirmed that when that bastard reappeared whipping his mouth with the back of his hand. Ana looked over at me and started squeezing her. She laid her cape out on the thick carpet of pine needles and stretched languidly upon it. It was warm out of the wind, and a shaft of strong sunlight penetrated the trees. Toward the sea, a triangle of blue revealed where the stream went rushing over the cliff. She could make out a crisp, white sail on the horizon and she envisioned that it was Harry already returning. She dared not think too strongly of the thirteen months before his ship would make port again, nor the storms, nor the. Had I not been exerting some forward thrust, I could have been forced out.While I dallied at her pussy, she reached down between my legs. Once again, synchronization. While I provided a rhythmic thrust inside her womanhood, she partnered with an equally rhythmic stroking of my cock. This lasted for several minutes, until she was dripping and I was beyond turgid.I wanted to taste her liquid, so slowly slid down her belly. It had a slight mound shape, and I delighted in running my tongue down her. .. a fine credit risk. And I'm sure that you don't understand, or even suspect, why the Board wouldn't go along. I--well, damn it, this is kind of out of my line..." What Lee is trying to say," John Blodgett broke in smoothly, "is that this is a very small town, Ray, where everybody knows just about everything about everybody else. And it's a very moral town... good, church-going people. People that just don't like to do business with someone they feel is not one hundred percent up to those.