The pearl necklace managed to make her look both demure and more grown-up, but then I wasn't used to any of the girls wearing jewellery or make-up."Oh... wow, darling, you look amazing! That really suits you."She beamed at my compliment."Thank you! You two clean up quite well too! Very handsome. We should do this more often!"Sheila too looked utterly gorgeous in a simple little black dress."Adrian, do we really have to go to this dinner? Why can't we just stay here and make mad passionate love to. He looked up at the window, and with the folks walking by and started to ride my ass.He took me like a man possessed. I was loving being slammed. I felt every pound and John was really letting me know how close he was getting to breeding me. I loved it.I loved that here we were fucking right in front of all those people, and they were just going by, not aware that just inches from them I was getting a solid fuck.John's pounding increased to the point that he was making me sk** across the mat. ‘Hon, I don’t have autopilot, you know’ and she said, ‘Move your seat back some.’ Well, I had a good idea of what was on her mind so I reached down and pressed the button moving the seat back several inches. She undid her seatbelt and laid across and began sucking me as I drove. We were only a few miles from home and when I turned off the ignition and hit the button to close the garage door, she raised up, smiled and kissed me softly on the lips. ‘More upstairs, come on,’ and we got out and. (laughing)...Jesus...I didn't recognize...well, I'll be damned they've finally gone and done it then...well, good for Cyn; she deserves it...by the way, have you seen the first rushes yet?" and so it goes, the small-talk people make, even at funerals, the chitchat they generate clustered around sickbeds, and deathbeds, the pointless albeit essential buzz they doubtless made on the walk back from the crematoriums in the concentration camps, the firing-squads, the death marches, too... Tears have.