Her hand traced circles around my breast, slowly getting ever smaller until it traced the edge of my now wide areola. Her hand then changed tactics. ...It tenderly kneaded my breast before her thumb rubbed my now totally erect nipple, causing my back to arch and an involuntary moan to escape me. Her mouth moved away from mine, causing a moan of protest, but no heed was paid to it. Her mouth instead nibbled and kissed its way down, until a second front opened up on my neglected breast.Her. And why did she hang her underwear outside for the workmen to see, the sexy stuff she wears if and when we have sex.The dirty bitch has wanted sex with the builders, I feel so angry, she has let them do stuff to her I have always wanted to do myself. How many of them were there, when they left, five maybes. I start to picture them in my mine, all of them at my wife, pulling at their cock and squirting their cum over her body, fuck I am getting a terrific hard on in my trousers thinking about. " Karena said winking."So does the birthday boy want to do after this?" Dante asked."How about we catch a movie?" Karena suggested."How about we go and see Blade 3?" I said."Oooo blood guts, just my kind of movie." Karena said excited."Alright I guess that's set, I wish the waitress would hurry and bringus our food because I want to eat and leave already." Dante said.---"I'm gonna go home Lee." Dante said smiling"What... you can't go home. Why are you going home? You want to ditchme on my. But at least itcleared out my brain just a little bit. I thought about it and figuredit was time to head south. Maybe in Dallas or Houston it would be warmenough to provide more day work. Of course, there'd be more Mexes, butwhat the Hell? There were more Mexes than jobs in Kansas City. Even ifthat were true in Texas, it wouldn't be so goddamned cold.I've heard some of the old-timers talk about how it used to be easier totravel back in the days before computers. Railroad cars had a bill.