I wondered if it was possible that she could not feel my throbbing hard-on poking her in the bottom.Connie didn't say anything however. She just curle...d a little closer to my chest and sighed. I held her tightly, afraid to let her slip. I wanted to continue to be my little girl's hero, her soft place to fall. I have to admit though that it was not as easy to hold her these days as it had been to hold her grandmother when she had been nineteen.I felt Connie's breathing change, first by the soft. That was one hell of a night with a lot of crowd edm and alcohol. Our bodies were grooving she was grinding my dick with her ass her intentions were clear to me but I was scared to make any move because some of my friends were not drunk and they were watching what I was enjoying.All eyes were on her and she was doing her best. She realised the situation and asked me to come near washroom as we were now far from our mates I pushed her to the wall and gave her a smooch.Her juicy lips were on mine. “Manaia had an idea. When you get ready to get out of the car, we open a window and let the drone out so it can do a sweep. From a higher vantage point, it should be able to show us what’s around the vehicle better than when I step out and do a visual sweep,” Jane explained.I got into the back of the car in the drive and turned on the drone. It acted like it was confused because we were in a confined space, so I shut it down. I put it in my palm, held it out the window and tried again. This. You've been there: high blood pressure, change in voting patterns, loss of interest in televised sports. The stories are legend. So it only made sense for... me to have a vasectomy. Which I did. Hey. No change in blood pressure. I could watch football games for ten hours straight and I had never voted anyway. She never even apologized.But the vasectomy meant that there could be no good reason why the prophylactics would be in the diaper bag.I prided myself on being logical - thinking things.