?J’?tais certaine que Dave serait furieux et m'ordonnerait de me rhabiller.J'avais tort ! ....Il aimait ma tenue ! ....Il m'attira contre lui et m'e...brassa passionn?ment en me disant que j'?tais ravissante.Il fit promettre ? Anne de lui donner l'adresse web ou du site sur lequel elle s'?tait procur?e ces jolies choses pour qu'ils puissent m'acheter d'autres articles ?rotiques.?On me donna un nouveau verre de cette boisson contenue dans le pichet qu'ils avaient amen?. Elle ?tait r?ellement. Ronnie's waters broke about five that morning, almost two weeks early; she yelled for me to call the ambulance and to be bloody quick about it.I picked up the telephone only to find that it was completely dead. The snow had brought the line down somewhere. The next nearest telephone was on the end of the road about half a mile away, so after climbing out of the window - there was a snowdrift up against the front door - I battled my way through the last of the blizzard to the phone box; only to. Even though my movements were constricted somewhat by his shorts, I was still able to tickle and tease him in the way I know he likes.I lost track of our surroundings, the music, the crowd, everything. My only focus now was Wes and the pleasure I was giving him. He yielded to me totally, allowing me to completely support his weight as I continued my ministrations. After another minute or so, he began to buck his hips and press against my fingers, and I knew he was getting close when he reached. I looked over to see him jerking his rod. I turned back to my thinking/fucking and licked my hand. As I was taking care of myself, I felt his hands on my ass, then a quick slap across my right cheek.I moved my ass to grind against his dick. I could feel him getting harder as I was asking him to fuck my ass. He said yes and grabbed for one of the packets of lube I had laying on my bed. He grabbed the one to taste of tequila. He squeezed some on my ass, his fingers and his dick. His.