Recent Post: ALL REALITY PASS ALLREALITYPASS were the magic words and all she needed to say. I'd paid the check, so we stood up, weaved our way through the tables, heading for fresh air. I could feel the gazes and stares, and I loved it. I looked down at Lissie's tight round butt, swaying sweetly under her thin silk dress, hair cascading about her shoulders. She grabbed my arm tightly as we hit the street. We walked slowly and sauntered up the avenue, looking in gallery windows and taking our time to feel each other's presence. I good feel her press her full bosom against my arm and couldn't wait to get home.
We found the car, climbed in, and pulled out onto the open road. I opened the sun roof and felt the warm Charleston air swirl through the car. Lissie cranked up the stereo and we plowed over the bridge toward the Isle of Palms. Her dress was hiked up her thighs and her hair glistened in the moonlight. As we swerved into the two lane traffic along Route 17, Lissie undid her seatbelt and leaned up to my right ear.
