He raised his eyebrow at me, confused. BITCH. My shoe is UNTIED I repeated myself, loudly enough that several of the working-class slogs scooping away... at the food-by-the-pound buffet heard me, looking over warily. SN, finally catching the drift self-consciously dropped to his hands and knees for me (yet again) under the table, taking up the laces and going to work on my boot in clear view of everyone. Theres a good girl I cooed at him, lifting my left foot out of my boot and giving him a little. Fuck it I cant hold back any more I open up the leg on her shorts alittle more and now I can see from her clit down her slit across her taint and down her ass crack, im about to explode. I gently reach my hand up her shorts and touch it, I start to rub her clit ever so gently then I begin to rub my middle finger up and down her slit. My finger slips in between her lips and she is moist and warm. I start rubbing her clit with my moistened finger I easily glidding up and down her pussy, and there. Sarah did return around 11:00 (actually it was 11:14 - not that I wasstudying the clock intently waiting for her to reappear). I camedownstairs when I heard her car pull into the driveway. She was clearlyexhausted when she came inside. I took her coat from her and hung it inthe hall closet. She made her way up the stairs, leaving a trail ofclothes on the floor behind her before climbing into bed, still in her sexyblack bra and panties."Are you OK, Sarah?" I asked as I poked my head in the. See ya."I got to my car and started the long drive home. It is about 20 minutes to my house and I was feeling the effects of all those drinks. Not drunk, but not near sober; I drove very carefully. The garage door wouldn't open and I thought a hell of time for the batteries to go out in the remote. I left the car in the driveway and went to the front door. The security chain stopped the door from opening. What the fuck, why is the chain on the door? Julie knew I was going to be late. I started.