He got up from the couch and gave her a gentle hug and a light kiss--so as not to rub his wet-spot against her dress or smear her lipstick. "Have fun," he said. "I can't wait to hear all about it."
***
When Bobby got home, he was still optimistic that the sexy lady at the restaurant wasn't just teasing the s**t out of him and was really going to show up. Actually, fantasizing might be a better term than being optimistic.
He took out her thong panties again, and inhaled the musky scent from their crotch once more. He'd had his face in a p***y or two, and he knew that was the smell of arousal. The smell and the mental image of her t**s inside her gaping dress caused his d**k to grow... again.
He stripped out of his clothes, and as much as he wanted to beat off, he resisted on the off-cha
