. in that case, maybe we should practice being married", Brad said, leaning over and nuzzling Cynthia's neck."OK, I'll have a headache and you can tak... a cold shower", Cynthia giggled as she guided Brad's roving hands beneath her robe to her hardening nipples. 'Mmm that's feels nice', she thought as Brad slowly caressed her breasts. 'Except for those callus spots on his hands. Those are annoying'. No sooner had she thought about it, she no longer even noticed it. Brad's hands felt delightful. After trying to look for some time and knocking on the car for a while, they saw two of the car tires were flat. Guessing we would have gone to the city to get a mechanic, they waited for a while before heading for patrolling.“That was close,” he said.“Yeah! I don’t want to get something like this on my record,” I replied. “May I confess something?”“Sure,” he replied.“I am not a sex worker,” I said. “I did it to fulfill my wild fantasy.”“Wow! I did not expect that,” he replied.I put the dress. Since mom wasn't awake to tell me to hurry up like last time, I just rested in her, not moving at all, enjoying the tightness and heat and feel of her bare ass and back pressed against me and the enveloping warmth of her pussy. Then I started to pull back out of her ever so slowly inch by slow inch. When I felt that only the engorged tip of my dick was in her I waited a full 20 or 30 seconds like that before beginning to push back into her again. This was excruciating and exquisite, painful and. I arrived at work shortly before my shift. I knew Morgan would be there, but I wasn't sure if Dita would be back, yet. I walked into the club and immediately saw Morgan sitting with a customer, so I didn't approach her. I didn't see Dita. The place was already getting busy. I went to the DJ booth and started getting ready for my shift. As I was reviewing the dancer rotation schedule for the evening, I saw Dita appear from the dressing room downstairs. She looked up at me and we made eye.