.. kinda wanted things to be, you know, like, normal between us when I took you out." Well they're not normal, are they? You're not 'sposed to drive, ...nd you got no right puttin' yourself at risk like that. What'd happen if the cops stop you?" I'd probably have to go back to court and get re-sentenced, 'cause it's a violation." You'd get re-sentenced 'cause it's a violation. You get re-sentenced, and what good's that gonna do me? I don't need you sittin' in jail, so you're not drivin' any more!. The stiffer leather of his vambraces could take a lot more punishment than the soft and supple piece of hide now pressed up against his lower spine. If he pushed a spell too hard and burned the leather the rune was effectively lost to him, unless it was one of the few he also knew in their drawn form.People overly curious how someone like him would have a bag of holding was a concern, but he also knew he wouldn’t be able to keep it a secret. Especially since he had forgotten to replace the. ." I stammered out, but the slam of the door cut my sentence short. She was gone. Wow, I was feeling kinda low. There's only one thing that will cheer me up now. I went and changed my pantyhose and got ready for some cheering up. This time, the load of cum being fed to me was small and I swallowed it down like a pro. Mmmmm I love when a man puts his load all over my tongue for me to savor before sending it down. Now THIS is therapy! After he was done and gone, another semi-flacid cock was ready. Replies, “Yeah, I do…kinda…I met her once…” “She didn’t say how she knows you, but she told me that I better keep my hands to myself!” Donna responds laughingly. During their conversation, the two have gravitated ever closer to each other. “You think she’s jealous?” J.J. asks, suddenly seeing opportunity beckoning. “I hope she is!” Donna giggles. “I’m going to have a lot of trouble keeping my hands to myself!” She brushes her hand up against J.J.’s chest, letting her fingers skim lightly over.