"Okay, but in case there was any doubt in your mind, I'm a little short on funds," I said."It's on me," she said. I looked at the fucking menu and it ...was actually in fucking French! She saw my confusion, and giggled lightly."May I order for us?" she said. I nodded. I was becoming very confused. "Nothing to fancy, okay," I said. "I don't do escargot." Agreed," she said. She ordered in French. The waiter, who had been standing there since Kong had beat a retreat—in fear of me no doubt—noted the. She turned in surprise and stared at it, and then her eyes went back to the first one. Back and forth her head moved, looking at each cock in turn -- the desire obvious on her face. That look was also on the preacher's wife's face.When the actress begged to touch the cocks, Marge's breathing got more pronounced and she squirmed on the couch. Jack noticed her thighs separate and clamp shut. And then he heard her sigh, a sound he had become attuned to. Her eyes were fixed on the TV, watching the. He was here and she was there and it was too late to do anything about it.His mind kept drifting to Pan. He and Pan had been contemporaries, and had even shared a few classes at the Citadel when they were in training. They had never been friends, exactly, but since there were so few Agents around at any time, they had ended up spending time together. He liked the man, for the most part, and he was dreading having to explain to Pan how he had escaped and left Pan's fiancé to face the ExTrans. When her hip brushed my thigh as her lips grazed my neck, I knew we werent going to make it to the lighthouse that night. The Everly Brothers were still singing as we slipped out and ran home hand in hand, barely closing the door behind us as our lips met and we melted into one another. We landed on the blue and white striped sofa just beside the front door, I doubt either one of us even considered taking a few extra moments to make our way into the bedroom at that point. She loved kissing,.