.. What if that was my mouth and my lips you can feel? Hot breath, boiling you... Hot breath, scalding you... I wouldn't be able to talk if it was! Bu... I don't think you really care, do you?Now, as you keep doing that, pushing your thumb and forefinger over your head, and back up, and back down, and back up, you can start to move your other hand now.As you're pulsing it gently, start to move it up a little. And back down... still pulsing...Pulse...Up...Pulse...Down...Pulse, pulse...Up...Pulse,. He jumped into my truck and we were off to the bar. As the night went on I got pretty drunk. The bar closed and we went to a store and bought some more beer. My wife was driving and I was in the rear seat. We ended up at a secluded area, at this point was really messed up. I ended up telling him about all the things me and Diane did while I we were stationed in Germany. Like when we had three sums with some of our male and female friends. I ended up passing out and when I came to we were parked. I wasn’t impressed with their security but she wasn’t in a secured location because she wasn’t under arrest or considered a flight risk. Her identification and money were in the room. She couldn’t have taken them without raising an alarm. The employee area used a locked area for valuables. One cleaning employee admitted she had left a ten-dollar bill in the pocket of her, now, missing slacks.Morgan and I left figuring she had walked to the nearest bar. We got in my car and that’s where we. Each time she repeated herself, she became bolder and sounded more confident.Listening as she begged, I knew I hadn't technically broken the promise I'd made to her, as I had neither asked, nor suggested, she say the very thing she was now. It was her own need that had led her to beg me to fuck Hanna. She begged me to do it "now", in hopes the fantasy would be a temptation too great to deny, and as such, would allow her to finally get what her body so desperately ached for.When I didn't.