” Her voice had a naughty tone, noticing my semi-hard dick making a bulge in my pants. “I would like to shift your gears!” she said, still strok...ing me through the denim in my jeans. “Maybe we should go to your place so I can take it for a ride.” “Well I live over an hour away up in the sticks,” I said in a drawn out back woodsy accent. “Well my place is only a couple miles up the road if you want to take me home?” “I can do that, but I will have to take you back to get your car.” “I took the. It wasn’t working anyway. I’m not ready to forgive you and go back to the way we were, but we can be civil.” I stroked her cheek where the bruises showed through her makeup. “I’m not going to force you to do anything and I’m certainly not going to hit you again.”Stephanie tentatively laid her hand over mine. “I don’t know what to say. I can’t believe you’d do this for me after what I’ve done to you. I don’t deserve it.”“That’s true; you don’t deserve it, but I want to save our marriage and I. And my friend."The two shook hands. Kat turned to Lisa. "As a matter of fact, I only heard about this little session an hour ago and it took me this long to find out where it was being held so ... yes ... I would love a bite to eat. But, continue..."Two of the parents squeezed over to make room for Kat while Venera recapped what she had said and then continued for forty-five minutes. In spite of that, she had barely skimmed the document, avoiding all the relevant citations, references and. We spent a week in the New Orleans. We took in every night club, every jazz spot, and every dining bistro in the French Quarter. Along the way, I got in some fantastic sex. She was especially good as fellatio, especially while I was driving. It was a first for me! “I love you!” she said looking into my eyes. I knew if I said anything, I would be violating Rule No. 3. So I never called her back. Then there was the very cute Latina named Marcela. I still remember those full ruby red lips. She.