”“Not at all, the restaurant is this way.” He took her gently by the arm and moved her in that direction. Darrel followed at a safe distance and...sat at a table across the room. He was confident Peggy would do as he said, but this was too big to let her screw up. He knew his presence would keep her on her best behavior. He ordered lunch and waited patiently while watching Peggy and Prescott.To his right he kept hearing a clicking noise and turned to see a cute girl with short brown hair taking. .Suddenly, the bus twitches and Sasha falls a bit on Irina, then rises almost closely behind her, he feels the delicious aroma of the girl's hair- Sorry I fell for you, are you alright? Where did everyone gather so suddenly?- So the rush hour, - Irina bent a little under Alexander, and grabbed the handrail upstairs - everything is filled with cars, can there be an accident somewhere?She turned around and saw Alexander right behind her. She tried to move, but there was nowhere to go. The bus. The coffees arrived and she took a sip and then picked up her cigarettes and put one between her gorgeous lips. As she delved into her handbag for her lighter I switched the vibrator on. As I stared at the cigarette clamped between her red lips I felt myself getting hard.She lit the cigarette and inhaled the smoke and then with the cigarette still between her lips she blew the smoke out through those gorgeous red lips. I could feel the vibrator buzzing away at my balls and cock and the head of. ” Breathy and sexy, it seemed directionless; all I knew for sure was that it wasn’t any of the men around the table calling me; they couldn’t even hear it; they all remained absorbed in Johanssen’s narrative. He had closed out his Bridge night adventure with Evelyn and was now explaining how Adley had confided his wife’s love of erotic fiction and how their Bridge night had slowly morphed into Storytelling Night; where the men would take turns to tell an erotic story while Evelyn hid beneath.