The Joy of Text pt2
I smiled and followed my instructions, sitting at a table in front of the large window, with our drinks. Sure enough Tommy sauntered in right on time, strutting across the room like a peacock. He bent forward. As he kissed me on the lips, his hand slid straight up my dress, tickling my thigh, above the lace top of my stockings. "Stop it! Someone might see!" I chuckled as I grabbed his wrist. "That's the idea!" he laughed as he squeezed my flesh, and quickly removed his...