“I’m Dave” as he held his hand out to me, I shook it and said “I’m *****” he smiled and caressed my hand as we shook. I felt a little move...ent in the groin area. “Are you married” he asked “Yes I am and yourself” he replied “Yes”. As I stood up he stood up and walked towards the caravan, taking out a key he unlocked the door and said “You coming in”, I walked over towards him.As we went inside it was untouched from the last time I was there, as Dave locked the door he sat on the double bed and. I could have made myself cum just reading through our messages from the last few hours but I needed that not to happen. There are so many other places I would do that within the course of the next few hours.9:01 clicks past, I get the message. “Ready, Come in.” My favourite words.I wander up the driveway, willing myself to remain calm and not show how excited I am, how horny I am, how much I want to wreck you the moment you open the door. You open the door as I get to the door and we embrace, I. She said: “You’re bad. Do they feel good around your cock B?”He moaned and told her yes, they felt good. “But not as good as your hands did K”, he whispered in the phone.She giggled again and then moaned softly. He asked her what she was doing and that he was slowly jerking off. She said: “I wish you were here to rub my pussy for me and suck my nipples B. I loved when you did it. You made me cum so hard and so many times that day!”He told her he wished she was there in bed with him playing with. They converse. They depart.A synonym strolls into a tavern.At the end of the day, a cliché walks into a bar -- fresh as a daisy, cute as a button, and sharp as a tack.A run-on sentence walks into a bar it starts flirting. With a cute little sentence fragment.Falling slowly, softly falling, the chiasmus collapses to the bar floor.A figure of speech literally walks into a bar and ends up getting figuratively hammered.An allusion walks into a bar, despite the fact that alcohol is its Achilles.