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A GOOD TIME WAS HAD BY ALL
A GOOD TIME WAS HAD BY ALL Last night I received an invite out to dinner from my husband. Of course we eat out fairly regularly, but this was different. This was a "date", the was not invited, we were stepping it up a notch. It meant I would dress for the event, and there would be "date" behavior. We like Bonefish for dates, mostly because we enjoy the bar and appetizers. And, they seem to encourage lingering. We ordered the Bang Bang Shrimp, as well as, the mussels and bread to have with our drinks. I went for my old faithful margarita, while my husband ventured into the specials. He ordered their "Winter White Martini". Of course he allowed me to taste it, and I can report that it was yummy (not to mention pretty with the cranberries garnishing it). We followed it up with salads, steaks and vegetables. In particular, asparagus spears, thick spears, phallic spears, yummy, wrap my tongue around spears. Wrap my tongue around and get caught spears. Uh huh, I got caught, but I kept on doing it. I ate all of my spears seductively, and then reach over and took one of my husband's into my mouth. All was fun and my husband and I managed to stay on date behavior. I was a little giddy leaving the restaurant, and I suppose he was too. Once in the car, he reached to cop a feel. Not all that much fun through a sweater and bra. So, I lowered my seat back, undid my bra, and exposed my breasts. Route 9 was almost as bright as day, with Friday night traffic bustling about. And my lily white skin caught the light. My nipples hardened wonderfully as he tweaked them. He ran his fingers around my belly and along my beltline. I felt myself juice up. I was wet and wanton. Once home, we kissed passionately, and then he pinned my arms over my head and speared me with his cock. My hips rose in response. He thrusted harder. Our lips locked, tongues mingled. We came. Simultaneously and strong. "Don't count the days, make the days count" |
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Sounds like a fun evening. I wish it had been with me.
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Congratulations . . .
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Thats one lucky man
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Thats one lucky man "...oh, what a lucky man, he was...." "Don't count the days, make the days count"
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I hate traffic on Rt9....
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I hate traffic on Rt9.... One morning, I sat in traffic behind a teenage boy that was receiving a blow job from his girl friend. "Don't count the days, make the days count"
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Sounds like it was a nice night out and you made the best of the time in traffic.
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