"My goal in life, not bad."Jill suppressed a smile as she clinked glasses with me.We dug into dinner.Halfway through dinner, I asked the question I ha... on my mind since I first saw them in their car. "Who are you running from?"They both tensed up.I shrugged, "I just wanted to know if I should keep that rifle handy."They exchanged a look, then Jill said, "Jim." I heard you say the name. Who is Jim?" I asked."Caitlyn's father and my ex. He swore if I tried to divorce him he'd get even. We were. I didn’t tell hubby about this thinking he didn’t or want to know anyway.It was a strange feeling not wearing panties, something i hadn’t done before, as the evening wore on everyone had a few glass’s of wine etc and people were dancing with different age people and hubby had been dancing the bridesmaids and mostly younger people, i noticed him touching or holding their bottoms and dancing very close with them, i though the dirty sod copping a feel as he did.well after a while one of my sisters. Instead to prevent people on the podium from getting off.Slaves. The slave market had always been the most exciting section ofthe daily Roman marketplace. Aristocrats, nobles, generals of any worth,richer merchants, even the poorer merchants were always looking forlabour. And what better workforce to find than slaves captured in thelast Roman conquest. The slave market handled many types of them - fromall nations, yes even Romans themselves, who had been declared slavesfor their crimes, but. ’ I leaned in close, taking her lips into my own for a gentle kiss. At first I kept things simple and slow as she had done earlier. When she got into it, that’s when I really started to ramp up the passion – all while trying my best to avoid her glasses. She uttered a surprised moan, but still kept up with me. Our heads tilted in and out, lips mashing together in harmony. She reached up, grabbing my shirt tightly in both hands, moaning softly onto my lips as we’d engaged into a deeply amorous.