Our hands were roaming and caressing through each other's clothes. I know I told you before she has perfect B's...they are so firm and her nipples wer...e so hard through her clothing. (Damn, I might have to lock myself in the bathroom after this...lol.) I could tell she was being a bit hesitant, and that she was going to letme lead. So, I started undressing her first. LOL! I got her out of her shirt, pulled it over her head and licked at the top of her cleavage while reaching behind her to undo. Papyrus and Comic Sans walk into a bar. The bartender says, “Get out -- we don’t serve your type.”A mixed metaphor walks into a bar, seeing the handwriting on the wall but hoping to nip it in the bud.A comma splice walks into a bar, it has a drink and then leaves.Three intransitive verbs walk into a bar. They sit. They converse. They depart.A synonym strolls into a tavern.At the end of the day, a cliché walks into a bar -- fresh as a daisy, cute as a button, and sharp as a tack.A run-on. I let go of her legs and sat back on my heels, watching her chest heave as she recovered from her orgasm.She finally opened her eyes, and without saying a word, pulled her panties down. She pulled me to my feet and turned me around, then pulled my shirt off. I quickly worked on getting my pants off and freeing my swollen cock, and kicked them away when I was done. She pushed on my chest until I fell back onto the couch. She straddled my hips, gripping my dick and running it along her soaked. Sales and seduction are cousins. It was the hunt of their prey that they both loved. Tom covered a big territory, the entire Eastern half of the U.S. and extensive travel was part of his job description. In their second year of marriage he met a woman at the hotel bar and had sex with her. He spent two nights with the woman and enjoyed every moment. On his flight home however his guilt grew and he didn't know how he would reconcile what he had done with his love of Julie. That first night back.