Jen wanted to hesitate, but her aching pussy answered for her. “Yeah, my place?” Jen said. “Sure.” They started to get up. Jen grabbed her coa... and looked at Sara who was starting to walk past Jen. “You didn’t bring a coat?” Jen asked. It was late December. Sara looked back for only a second at a jacket that hung over a chair at the table. She walked quickly over to the table and grabbed the jacket and hung it over her arm. One of her friends seemed to ask her a question. Sara said a few words. The fields he had known since he was old enough to notice had not changed, nothing was different. Even the smell of the fertile earth was the same as his memory recalled.Clarity of this familiar landscape, felt somehow, foreign amongst all hazy memories of his recent past. Jake knew his name, knew this road, these were absolute certainties, but his recent history was nothing more than a flimsy curtain. One he could almost see through, but somehow, the gauzy material did just enough to hide the. In that time I slowly start my car ,and following them , I can see ,they talking very friendly, after some time they reached immigration office going both of them, I wait near parking area, after 1ock they come outside , I look at my wife face she is very happy. They are talking each other,they leaving there ,and I am follwing, they stop in restaurant , I park opposite restaurant ,they site near to window that y I can see properly, she pick her phone calling someone agin and agin that was me I. Then he put his hand under my shirt. His fingers pinched my nipples and I fell off my seat. He pulled me back up and nuzzled my neck. I felt him sucking on me and then his hand went slowly up my thigh. I pushed his hand down but he was insistent. His hand ripped my panties as he manhandled my girl parts. I was so angry that I stood up and walked out. Wren dumped his popcorn on the floor and followed me out into the lobby. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Wren called to me. I stumbled out into the cold.