The stranger grabbing my legs pulling me closer to the edge of the table once again wrapping my legs about his waist grinding into causing me to gasp ...moan and quiver leaning in his lips taking controll as he places kisses down my neck his hands reaching up my sweater cupping my breast sliding my strips down reaching under my bra finding my nipples pinching twisting rolling them my moans grow he presses in more grinding into me my pussy is swelling wet wanting more his hand sliding down my. "I did yes. I'm meeting her AND Sandra a little later," I offered with perhaps a leer on my face having said that."Good for you," Bella said actually smiling, looking as though she meant it, and was excited that I had. "You really should see if you could get something going with one of them again anyway. I think they both like you ... a lot. And who knows, maybe they'll even be willing to share you." Yeah, I could get used to something like that," I responded, "Especially since it appears you. When the nightmare of rolling over and over came to a halt, she hung upside down in the seat belt harness. She clawed at the buckle and couldn’t get it undone, tried to open a door that refused to open. A jumble of thoughts whirled through her head, fragmented pieces of memory: one of her shoes falling from the floorboard to smack her on the chin, a Lonestar song on the radio playing obliviously through the mayhem, her mother cautioning her about drinking and driving, a bill she’d forgotten to. “I'll have a glass of Riesling,” she said coolly as he placed a small napkin on the table in front of her. She watched his reflection as he moved toward the bar with the drink order. He turned and stared back in her direction as the bartender went to work. The mirrored walls gave him a perfect view of her reflection from the bar area, but screened her from all the other tables. “Show time!”, she mused when she saw his reflection returning, balancing a long-stemmed glass on a small tray. When he.