I couldn't see a wrinkle on her -- and there wasn't much I couldn't see. Two triangles on her breasts could hardly contain the magnificence of her mou...ds, and not even leather could hide the stiffness of her nipples. The strip of leather at her crotch barely preserved her modesty, and only tiny thongs stretched around her hips. This was the Raquel of "1 Million B.C.," of "Bedazzled," of "Bandolero" and "100 Rifles." This was the body that had stained a million young boys' beds with the evidence. A fairly large restaurant, but weaving through the tables to the far corner only took a minute or two. At least there was no line. Perks of having dinner at four o'clock on a Tuesday. I went into the restroom. It was nice. Clean. Same weird Egyptian art-deco as the rest of the place. I went into a stall, just for a moment, and slipped my bra out from under my shirt. Easy.I walked back through the restaurant with my bra in my bag. It was dim. Nobody knew or cared, except maybe me. It was just a. She had so many contacts that surely she could find such a device if it existed. Sue was sure that the dogs would appreciate it.When she finished her leisurely lunch, she did drive back to the kennel to release Buck and Bill to their pens. She regretted keeping Rosco and Hammy in those cages when she really didn't have to. Oh, well, the dogs might be uncomfortable, but they would not be injured by the morning's inconvenience. She would just have to be more careful when she planned future trips.. Woody woodpecker then any other part of my body. We spent the next 30 minutes French kissing and caressing each other and then ended up giggling and teasing the other, it was wonderful being home with someone you really loved. Formalities aside, we were now hot and ready to get down to some serious love making and as I can attest to this fact, Mr. Woody Woodpecker was up to the task at hand (no pun intended). It was just after entering the tight sheath of my wife’s.