I balanced on those two decisions as his song wavered, the wind shifting, taking it away from me.My soul could be desolate of love or populated with i....I turned, my wings flapping hard. My heart beat faster. The anger was still there, but I concentrated on that other emotion I felt. That joy on witnessing that my husband survived the devastation of the dragon's attack. With every flap of my heart, my gizzard tightened with fear. Was this the right decision? What if he betrayed me again? What if. The lovelyblonde waitress comes to our table and instead of looking at her lovelybreasts I notice the bushy eyebrows and mustache on the misplaced face.At first I am to stunned to sat anything and I ask my buddy if henoticed anything strange about the waitress. He says other then herhuge ass and nice tits no.I excuse myself to go to the restroom. As I get up I see the girl orman wave me to come over. I walk over to it and she began to explain tome who she is and how her name is really Burt and. Heather had a few issues with Sarah. It was more of that old drama bullshit between the two of them. If you know the type, you’re probably rolling your eyes at this, if not then you’ll find out.“Sarah huh? I might be able to swing a hook up with her.” Heather said. “But I’m not sure if she’ll keep our secret. So she may not be girlfriend material.”“Really? You don’t find it odd that I like her?” I asked.“No, there are a lot of guys that like her,” Heather said.“So you’re saying I shouldn’t?” I. The tickle to these sensitive areas made her wiggle against her restraints in response to the teasing stimulation. Abruptly the feather went away to be replaced by Marks finger probing at Joans tight rectal opening. His finger played around her little brown ring, rubbing and pressing but not quite penetrating inside her. Joan began to rock her pelvis against the pillow in an attempt to increase the pressure of Marks light touch. She felt the need for some contact with her clit and wanted her.