But this is the last opportunity I’m going to get. One look isn’t gonna hurt anyone.’ He struggled with his thoughts for a few minutes, but his ...ind was already made up. He walked over and slowly opened the first drawer. ‘Socks,’ he thought to himself, ‘nothing interesting there.’ He closed this drawer and moved onto the next one which contained pants. Tight jeans, sweatpants, and some shorts. He pulled out a pair of jean shorts. ‘Damn those are. " I snuggled into the crook of his arm. My head seems to fall right on his shoulder when I do that. Feels so good."Oh, I know. Thing is, I think he's got talent and my dad can tell us if I'm right." So? What difference does that make?"His arm was trapped behind me, so he wriggled it out. I hooked my shoulder into his armpit. His hand ended up on the cheek of my ass."If he hasn't got it, fine. If he does, we have some options." No, we don't." Oh... You mean it's his work, not ours. Yeah. We'd. " I love you when you’re wet, I love your juices, I love to taste them."With that said, she reached down to her cunt, twisted two fingers in, and took them out, dripping with her juice. She brought them up to our mouths, and we both licked them dry."Susan, we have to slow down. We have lots of time, and we should make this last, for as long as we can. I know will both be thinking of this tomorrow, you may have to fuck your husband, and I'll bet you anything, with this fantasy in your head,. They were too high to understand this concept and decided to go start the bon fire. I stood by the railing a little while longer and watched more people go into the house and few come out. Three really buff guys came around the side of the house each with a small keg on their shoulders, they too went to down to the fire. I turned to take a look at the house. Blue it was! A bright pale blue that even in the night and flicker of the bon fire it couldn’t be missed. It had gable roofs and a wrap.