I seemed desperate to kill time now, and the sequel to “Independence Day” was still in theaters. Why not? I told myself. Let’s go watch aliens w...reak havoc.The theater was dark, cool, and surprisingly empty of theatergoers. At first I thought I’d gone through the wrong door, but I checked my ticket and yes, this was “Independence Day,” the 2:45 showing. Then I got out my phone and consulted the Internet Movie Database for their reviews. That explained it. The movie was a stinker, according to. "I... I don't know. But I don't want this to end!" The restaurant was elegant and filled with theater-goers. Strolling musicians stopped and played at their table. They danced. They toasted, her non-alcoholic bubbly spiked with just a little of his. He had the photographer take several pictures of them, to the broad smiles of their fellow diners. As the meal progressed, she became more talkative, and by the time they returned to the limo, the conversation flowed easily. Alex instructed the. So good to be the delicious snack a man nibbles on until his hunger is too much to stand. I love this, opening myself and letting a man take what he needs from my body.’ But, moments later she remembered, with some regret, that this was supposed to be about him. It was her turn to give and she would have to forgo the pleasure of soaking in his need for the time being. Now, in the few stolen minutes they had together, she would return his kindness with tender affection and lovingly swallow his. They had taken a wrong turning and had got lost for a while. Another quick one in the back of the car is more like the truth I think! But this time I did see how they said good night in the car. Him with his hand up her raised dress, inside her wide open thighs massaging her pussy while she massaging his naked cock as they kissed a passionate farewell. Again, apart from the apology for being late, Jills only conversation was on the subject of the golf practice she was really improving her game.