I stood at the side of our booth with my back to the guys. My legs slightly parted I bent over slowly, arching my back with my ass in the air, as I le...nt in to kiss my hubby. My tight mini dress rode up just enough to give the guys a glimpse of the crack of my ass and if they were watching closely, my bald pussy slit. Tonguing my husband’s mouth I placed my left hand on his cheek and gently licked his lips.I straightened up and returned to my seat as hubby smiled at me. The guys’ eyes were. Upbringing. Religious, traditional, conservative, etc. It takes a man who will just take charge, fuck me, and make me wet for him. If a guy asks nicely, I’m gonna turn him down. That’s just how it is. If he just takes me out back and does me, as you did, I’m going to give up the pussy, the booty, everything.“I’m not to be had for the asking, but I am to be had for the taking. It’s just something about that factor that makes me wet and makes me weak for a man. I have such a bitchy personality in. . fucking much?’ she added thinking the foul language would drive home the point she was making. ‘And what did we agree on earlier?’ ‘No fucking drinking and driving,’ Janet said, with an impish grin. ‘Right, let some cowboy drive you home. They’d be happy to wreck their daddy’s car with you in it. But don’t let them speed.’ ‘Makes sense to me,’ Janet said agreeably. ‘They can’t drink, they sure as hell can’t drive. But then if they can’t drive, why the fuck am I letting them drive me?’. "You don't have to make a meal of it." Vivienne snapped."You wouldn't really mind if I did." What?" Make a meal of it. Would you mind if I went down and ate you?" You're disgusting." Vivienne's voice though belied her words."You ready to for some dinner?" Vivienne enquired."I'll eat you anytime. But if you mean food, then yes, please if you have anything in stock. It's some time and several miles from the buffet and I've been pushing madam's carriage for hours." I didn't ask you to." But it was.