. . you know, out here inpublic and all.”“Ah, that’s okay,” I said. “This is a public place,yes, but it isn’t agai...st the law to rub lotion onsomeone’s butt.”Then I turned away, and as I closed my eyes, I said,“It’s all right with me, if it’s all right with you.”This seemed to give him new incentive, to put him atease about touching my ass. I felt his hands slowlymove toward my buttocks. As his hands moved up myinner. Прокравшись к местам, где еще шли бои, Пуз разделся до гола, чтобы бандиты не позарились на его одежду, спрятал свои документы себе в задницу, а потом измазался в крови погибших и залез под валявшиеся невдалеке трупы бандитов. Ему повезло и его не нашли враги, а караван окончательно пал. Из своего убежища толстяк видел, как всех мужчин бандиты жестоко вырезали, а женщин и детей уводят в полон. Среди пленников, Пуз с удовлетворением увидел и свою недавнюю куколку, медленно бредущую за конвоирами. ”“I'd rather eat a lady,” I joked.My wife stopped dead in her tracks, and turned to face me. From the look on her face, I knew I had made a mistake.“Harriet,” she began, her tone one of displeasure. “Right now we are friends. I enjoy your company, and hope that we can do things together. If we become lovers, that is going to depend on you.”Wow! I thought as she turned and headed for the kitchen.-----After our late meal we went back into the living room to talk. Nancy had made it clear that if. There was something hypnotic about it. I stared for two full minutes before I realized my focus was on my backside, on a spot that had dried about six inches down the inside of my right thigh. I felt embarrassed and looked away. I put the outfit on quickly. Tiffany must have given them my size because it was perfect - the corset snug, the stockings high and the skirt just at the bottom of my arse. I turned to look for the laundry hamper and saw myself in the hall of mirrors again. A French.