He withdrew his hand from his pants pocket and opened his fist.Shit! A small panic fob rested in his palm.“You’re too late, Lightfoot. They’re o... their way. You can’t get away this time. Where’s the Hollister girl?”Infuriated at my lapse - I should have remembered the fob, I slammed my fist into his cheek. Russell’s head snapped back smacking against the wall with a loud thud. The whites of his eyes showed. He slumped. I let him fall limp to the floor and raced out.Running out the front of the. After cleaning her mouth with her own damp thong, they both returned to the party. Ana told me she was looking a mess... As they made their way back to the table, they found Dean there.He apologized for his previous behavior; inviting Ana to dance.My wife took a sip from her drink and then she kissed Dean’s lips.Then she took his hand and led him to the dance floor.A slow piece was playing and Dean took her close to his body.She immediately noticed the bulge in his trousers. Then she whispered. More

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