The song ended and we walked over to the bar and got a couple of glasses of wine. The room was crowded and we couldn’t find a place to sit, but then...we spotted one seat over against the wall. ‘C’mon’, she said, ‘I can sit on your lap!’ I sat down and she perched sidesaddle on my lap and leaned sideways against me for support. We clinked our wine glasses together and sat and drank and talked and people-watched for a while. I was enjoying the pressure and warmth of her bottom against my legs and. He could see the end in sight and it felt great.By the end of the week, if Chief Taylor plays ball, the cars would have disappeared, Bridget would be out of the game to start a new life and he could finally join the living world again with Bern somewhere nice. He may not be able to get the money back that Saim had stolen from him but he didn't care anymore. To see Saim ruined, losing all respect, and not even know where it came from or how would be enough.The time was just after nine in the. We had a few drinks then he got real close to me , he ****d his arms around me and we began to kiss and caress each other i undid his shirt and caresed his hairy chest worked my way to his croach and began to unbottin his slacks and unzipped them reached in side felt a big fat cock saying hello there, he wore no underwear, i grabed the cock and strocked it, he reached in my blouse and messaged my small 34c cup breast my nipples wear errect and hard as a rock i unbottoned. He just smiled and followed Linda.During the next couple of days I started noticing things. Almost every day, around lunchtime, I thought I could see a shadow moving around in the house. It excited me that Mr Morrison was watching us and I started planning our wildest sex to that time. It was always at lunchtime that Linda fucked me with the strap-on. It was always at lunchtime that we 69'ed each other. It was always at lunchtime that we oiled each other up and play wrestled. The further it.