The day had been one of those crappy ones, a day which you would have got wanted to end after two hr of working ; everything had gone ill-timed since Dave got up. His deep brown cup's ear broke as he picked it up, fell on him, pouring scalding hot coffee all over his body of work dress. He had to get dressed again ; this made him five moment previous already, then his car didn't want to protrude ; he had to race to make the bus and his five hour became twenty minutes. The bus had to take a lot of stops and in the end Dave made it to the office an 60 minutes late. The boss wasn't happy, the workplace was piled high, so Dave skipped lunch, had a snack at three, and worked until eight. It was a very long day ; he was too late to charm the go bus and had to wait and see if he could get a taxi. Overall a very stinking day.

Once he got home, he had a look at his car and it started perfectly, at least it was the weekend and he decided that since he had such a bad day, he was going to go out to the golf club. He needed a beer or three. Getting changed he drove the seven closure to the club, it was a nice place overall, they played not bad saltation euphony, the drinks was reasonably priced and they only stopped when the last person left. He paid his admission fee, got the cast on the back of his helping hand and went inside, the barkeep was Lucy. They casually flirted and even though they were both single, it never went advance than that. Dave never had thought about it, she had a killer body, clearly well-looked after, long red pilus and she almost never wore any more than make-up than red lip rouge. Her blue eyes always seemed to dismount up when she saw him and at times she favoured him with a lovely grinning, that grin flashed over her brass as she saw him take a seat.

"Hey luv, usual ?"

He nodded at her,

"Hey there lovely, continue one on the ice as well."

She nodded and soon he sat with a cold beer, the next one lined up, but still in the fridge. She leaned on the counter, offering Dave and any other man in the vicinity a dear flavor down her creamy cleavage.

"So what's up ? You look rather haggard tonight."

Dave sighed and took a sip of his beer,

"Had a real crappy day."

He quickly recapped the day and she tutted, shaking her fountainhead,

"Tell you what luv, you can have a injection on me tonight OK ?"

Dave chuckled,

"Thanks Lu, but I'll pay this evening if that's OK with you."

She flashed him a grinning,

"Looking for something more ?"

He made a show of ogling her house breasts,

"Hmmm perhaps, I usually get my stirring from visuals."

She laughed and moved to another client, Dave finished his beer ; he took the adjacent one with him as he headed for the dancing floor. He took a rump at one of the tables lining the bound of the dance base, there weren't a lot of people dancing and that was probably why the girlfriend immediately caught his tending. She wore black knee length kicking, a black miniskirt and as she was dancing with her spinal column to him, he could only see that the top had an open up cover and was sleeveless, the backbone was cut so low, he was sure she wore no bra at all. She was dancing alone, clearly enjoying the medicine, her longsighted black hair moving along with her as she shook her pass. Dave smiled as he watched her ; of course of instruction his beer ran out, so he went to get himself a new one. When he returned she was gone, so he watched the early people as they danced, it was fun and he also caught a few relocation as he watched them.

He was drawing to the end of his beer when he saw her again ; she came to the trading floor and found a spot close to his mesa. He could see the top more clearly now, it was loose in the front, it was cut in such a way that it fell in folds from her shoulders down to below her breasts, baring a rather big cleavage. She had scantling through her lower berth lip which glinted in the lighter of the society, there was a tattoo running from her wrist joint up her arm and ending at her neck, he couldn't clearly see what it was. Her eyes were darkened with mascara and it made her heart looked like they smouldered as her gaze moved around the floor. She smiled at him and he nodded at her, lifting his beer in an almost toast or salute to her. She laughed and favoured him with another smile, she started to dance and he watched as she shimmied and shook her body to the metre of the music.

He finished his beer and waited until the birdsong stopped playing, she looked at him as he got up ; he motioned to the bottle and tilted it to depict it was abandon. She nodded and kept dancing as the music went on. Strange enough when he returned with a beer and a shooter she was gone again, he slowly sipped on his whiskey and beer. Laughter caught his attention and the daughter came past with two others, they carried bottles cooldrink, she gave his a low waving and he waved back. He smiled to himself, when he finished his drinks he got up, he felt like dancing himself, so he strolled onto the floor. He closed his eyes for a few instant, allowing the music to get into his organization ; then he started to dance.

He opened his eyes only to find the young woman like a few feet away from him ; she was dancing, almost like she hadn't notice him, but he saw her glancing towards him at times. He just grinned and danced, it was fun, almost like hitting the gym, a good, surd work out to get the stemma pumping and the muscles working. Only this was like the tread-wheel, a proficient cardio workout, but his attention got attract towards the girl as she danced. Then a guy came up to her, dancing close, almost crowding her, Dave could see the aggravator on her font, she wasn't enjoying herself anymore. The guy moved even closer, his mitt touching her arm, shoulder joint, back as he tried to make what he called dancing look good. He failed miserably with that. Dave moved closer and tapped the guy on the shoulder ; he looked over his articulatio humeri at Dave.

"What ?"

"Could you perhaps move to the face a bit ? I want to watch her dance."

"Fuck off dude."

Dave smiled,

"Nope, I'm sorry, but I have a predilection and you're interrupting it."

The man rounded on Dave,

"Listen motherfucker, I'll fucking kick your ass if you don't fucking impart me alone."

Dave kept his grinning on his face,

"Actually you will try, but you will get removed by Greg over there by the door and I will go back to dancing. So quit while you're ahead."

The man looked him over and then at Greg, the bouncer who was looking at them right at that moment. He looked back at Dave,

"Just because you're Edward D. White doesn't mean I'm going to back off fucker."

Dave sighed,

"Listen, you have a option, either lead her be and go chevvy somebody else or get fox out."

The man raised his custody and shoved Dave away from him, or at least try out to ; Dave took one stone's throw backwards and shake off his head.

"I'm not dropping this…"

The fist came from the slope ; Dave ducked under it, swayed backwards away from the next one. He was no bagger, but he did piece up a few things watching the guys train in their constituent of the gym. The guy stormed at him, his clenched fist flying, but Dave slipped under a right hand and stepped to the English. By then Greg had turned up, his hulking human body looming up between the two of them. The man of course tried to get at Dave, but a Brobdingnagian bridge player grabbed him by the collar and held him in place.

"What is going on here ?"

The man squabble towards Dave,

"That motherfucker were hassling me !"

Dave was about to answer when the young woman stepped up next to him,

"Actually he was busy hassling me, this man just told him to leave me alone."

Greg nodded,

"Well then, that means you have had enough of the club."

Greg pulled the man away from the saltation floor, Dave sighed as he watched the man getting thrown out and then he turned to the girl.

"Sorry about that, I just didn't like what he was doing."

She smiled,

"No motivation to be gloomy, that was sweet, first meter anybody have done that for me."

He returned the smile,

"Well let's dance, I did delight the music."

She chuckled and shimmied away, slipping into a dance, giving Dave a playful wink, he chuckled and started to trip the light fantastic again as well. A few songs later he decided that it was time for another drink ; he waited for the bridge between two songs, then he headed for the bar.

"Hey Lu, Gold and Lemonade."

"advent up luv."

"Can I get a Coca Cola please ?"

Dave looked at the girl and she grinned up at him, she was much shorter than him, even with the high cad of her boots.

"So do you receive a name ?"

Dave smiled,

"Saint David Knight, but mass call me Dave."

She stuck out her deal,

"Tamryn Tucker, hoi polloi call me Tamsy."

Dave shook her hired man,

"Good to see you Tamsy."

"Likewise, so you come here often ?"

He nodded,

"Yeah, best slur in the suburb."

She motioned vaguely to a table, when Dave looked he could see the other two girlfriend sitting there,

"Yeah they said so too, so far I think they're right."

He saw that the tattoo was quite a overnice study of art ; it was a highly detailed dragon.

"So what do you do for a keep Dave ?"

Their drinks arrived and Dave tapped his pectus, Lucy nodded and moved away to put it on his tab,

"I'm a programmer, in use working on a payroll program for the companionship. In my absolve metre, I'm working on a low spirit level AI."

They had moved to a tabular array as he talked and they say down,

"What about you ?"

She shrugged,

"Art scholarly person, third year."

She motioned at her arm,

"I am planning to do this as well, but first I need the pecuniary resource to get me set up and a pupil always needs money."

He nodded,

"Yeah I know, I finished my subject area last year, still paying off the student loan. It's hectic to be a student and having a need for cash all the metre. It sucks actually."

She nodded her agreement,

"So you live nearby ?"

He took a sip of his rum and lemonade,

"Yeah, seven block away at the Escalade flats."

"Hey I know soul that lives there, Darian Smith ? Think he lives in flat number 28 ?"

Dave nodded,

"Yeah the photographer bookman, I know that he had visited me a few times to serve him count on out his editing software."

"Yes ! That's him. So you're the guy he always visits."

Dave grinned,

"Small world hey ?"

She nodded,

"Yes indeed."

They continued talking, he found her quite likeable and of course with her being pretty it didn't hurt at all to talk with her. They danced a bit as well, but spent most of the clock time talking, it was well yesteryear midnight when Dave decided that it was time to go home. Tamsy bid him farewell, giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, heading where her acquaintance probably was. Dave paid his tab, giving Lucy a nice tip and headed out. Outside he stopped and scanned the parking lot, usually guy like the one Greg tossed out, lurked about to get even.

"He got in a car and left Dave, I checked him out. Big mouth no cajones, probably just went at you to save his rep as a bad ass."

Dave grinned at Greg,

"Thanks man."

They bumped fists and Dave walked to his car, getting his samara out, he got into his car and started the engine when he saw Tamsy coming alone out of the club, looking around the parking lot. She didn't seem very happy about something. Dave pulled out of the parking distance and rolled the car up to the steps, he rolled down his window.

"Hey Tams, is something the matter ?"

The scowl on her expression turned to a smile when she saw him and came down the stairs,

"My friends left without me, their earphone are off. I can bet you they picked up some bozo and went home."

She was leaning forward, resting her arm on the undefendable window, the top opening up to render More of her caramel skin and operose breasts.

"Where do you live on ?"

"Gallaghan heights."

"Well I am not going to let you walk to there, why don't I take you family ?"

She bit her lower lip, then slowly nodded,

"Sure, why not ?"

She opened the doorway and got in, settling her minuscule hired man bag on her lap, she slumped into the rear end as he pulled away.

"I can't believe they did that. I mean if they at least asked me it would own been fine."

Dave smiled,

"You need to get you a wingman, or wingwoman in your case. Never leave without each other unless you tell them that you're going."

She looked over at him,

"Let me guess, usually if you have somebody with you and a chance to get laid."

Dave nodded,

"Yup that one."

She chuckled,

"You ever played wingman Dave ?"

He shrugged,

"back in college yeah, usually was the bivalent D as well."

"Designated Driver ? You never went house with a scented little college girl ?"

He shook his headway,

"Nope, was a bit of an corpulent guy back then."

She snorted,

"So ? It's about the personality, not what you look like."

He grinned,

"Perhaps, but not to me, to me it's all about what I look like."

She brushed her hair over one berm,

"Ohhh you want to look good ?"

He nodded,

"I try yes."

She seemed to opine as she looked at him and then looked at the road,

"So what do you cogitate of me ? Am I pretty ?"

He glanced at her,

"Yes you are."

"You're not just saying that ? I mean most guys don't like the piercings and tattoos."

He shrugged,

"I have seen pretty lady friend screw up their feeling with piercings, tattoos, implants and you name it. You've done just enough, you look very pretty just the way you are."

He made the good turn into the street she had mentioned she lived ; she motioned for him to turn back at a five storey building.

"wellspring this is me."

She got out and closed the door behind her, she seemed to hesitate and then leaned down,

"I suppose you wouldn't be interested in a choke off brew we students live on ? I think individual labelled it filter coffee ?"

He smiled,

"If you have sugar, I'm game."

She nodded,

"I have sugar, not much, but it should be enough."

He rolled up the windowpane and switched off the car, he was looking forward to talking more with her ; she was quite a lot of fun. He got out and locked the car, following her to the front door ; she entered a computer code and opened the security gate. Stepping inside Dave allowed the logic gate to click close behind him, his first idea was that she lived on one of the upper floors, but instead she led him down the minor hallway to the live door on the right. Unlocking the room access ; she entered and he followed her inside. Of course it wasn't pristine, but it wasn't a deal either, he tried to find a Logos to describe it all and finally came up with one. Art.

She pulled off her boots and waved her hand around the flat, it wasn't huge, but not a shoebox either. Most of the thing that lay around were figures made out of newspaper mache, papers, Quran even a few pencils. Leaning against the wall was story boards and Dave assumed she used the figures to draw them.

"Interesting."

He walked over to a draftsmanship, it seemed like she was busy making a unforesightful movie from the sketches she had laid out.

"That is for our final examination, we have to paw in a short-circuit film."

Dave nodded,

"invigoration will take a lot of time."

She sighed,

"I know right ? And the worse affair is that I'm way behind schedule."

He nodded as he looked her work over, she was good.

"Well if you want I can facilitate you with that, I have a little program that links with editing programs like Corel hook or Photoshop. You just scan your picture into the platform and it picks up the basic crinkle. You just select the points that you want to animate and it can animate the figure of speech for about two minutes."

"Wow really ? Why oasis't you brought it out yet ?"

He shrugged,

"Work regulations. Any employment I bring out is sole right of the company, will most probably just get ripped off anyway."

"That blows. Well I will be very thankful, but I can't pay you for it though."

He snorted and waved her remonstrance away,

"I want you to have it ; I don't want to betray it to you."

He stood up,

"By the smell of it, your percolator is spitting out that warm water already."

She nodded,

"Yeah it is old, but it gets the job done."

He looked around the apartment, there stood a reckoner in one corner, from the sleek cable he took it to be a gaming box.

"So you game ?"

She came to brook succeeding to him,

"I used to, now I use it to work on. Processing swiftness, RAM and nontextual matter are really just what I need."

He nodded and took in the electronic scanner, while not new ; it was top of the line and only three years old,

"I guess gift from your parents ?"

She nodded,

"Yeah, was sort of a birthday present."

He smiled,

"That's a nice gesture."

He moved over to a couch and sat down, stretching out his branch in forepart of him, she went into the kitchen and came back, she stopped and he could see she felt a bit stymy,

"I forgot, would you like a cooky ?"

He nodded,

"Sure, why not just give me a taste of the one you took a chomp of ?"

She came over to him and without hesitation straddled his lap, to say he was surprised would be an understatement. She leaned in and kissed him, her lips parted and her tongue slipped into his lip, then she broke the kiss and leaned back, a flush on her facial expression, darkening the light brownish skin slightly.


"Gosh…that was all that was left of it."

He could discover a faint ginger and grinned,

"Well I will not complain about it."

"Oh really ?"

She arched an eyebrow at him and he nodded,

"Yes, really, there is nothing to complain about."

"Good."

She leaned in again, kissing him again, almost hungrily. He returned the kiss, only placing his hands on her back when she wrapped her arms around his neck. The natural language stud she wore glided over his lingua ; she worked it around, clearly having a lot of experience with teasing with the macho-man. He could feel himself getting very excited as his hands explored her lower vertebral column and slid over the smooth skin of her exposed back. When she finally pulled back, she was slightly out of breath and gave him a grin,

"So much better than my friends."

He smiled,

"gladiola that I meet your approval."

She chuckled,

"Oh you met that at the club already."

She leaned forward again, looking into his optic,

"If you say you don't want this I will stop. I know some of you don't want to be with girls like me."

He arched an eyebrow,

"lady friend with piercings and tattoos ?"

She grinned,

"Coloured girls you nut."

He smiled,

"If I had a problem I wouldn't have kissed you."

"commodity, because I'm fucking horny."

She silenced any reply with another kiss ; he could sense her hands sliding over his organic structure, unbuttoning his shirt. She clearly wasn't a shy girlfriend once you got her in the mood and boy was she in the mood. Any button that seemed a small resistant she just pulled off, her hands slid over his skin as her glossa fought his for dominance of each former's mouth. He slid his manpower over her butt, squeezing them firmly, making her push her hips forward, her groin grinding against his and moaning into the osculation. She opened his shirt, pushing it open to run her script over his pelt again, he was no tanned Greek god, but he was no slouch in the gym either and it seemed to sustain a very respectable essence on her as she kept grinding her crotch against his hardening turncock, the heating system emanating from her and her rapid external respiration testimonial to her own rousing. She suddenly drew away from him, grabbing hold of her top just above her hips and pulling it off over her head.

She had entire hip, lose weight middle with a intone tum, she obviously spent practically time working on herself as well, he stared as her breasts came into view, total, beat and swaying gently with her trend. He saw in dumbfounded awe, they were lovely, she sat there looking at him, gently biting her down in the mouth lip as if wondering if he liked what he saw. Fact was he did, he reached up, running his fingers over her tummy with it's silver belly ring, up to cup a breast in each handwriting, he looked up at her and smiled,

"Absolutely lovely."

She smiled back at him and gasped when he ran his fingerbreadth over her brown nipples, the studs through them making them suffer out proudly. He gently squeezed her breasts, she moaned softly as he slowly kneaded her knocker, he leaned forward, running his tongue over one nipple ; she pushed her finger into his hairsbreadth arching her back to proudly present her tit to him. He practically worshipped them, kissing, licking and sucking on her nipple, using his clapper to wiggle the piercings, this seemed to take her wild as she groaned and her hands clenched at his hair.

After a lot of groaning and moaning in pleasure, she pushed his capitulum away from her breasts and leaned down to snog him hungrily, without a intelligence she got up from his lap, she undid her mini and slipped it off, revealing a aphrodisiacal little g-string, the iniquity blue angel material barely covered her pussy. Dave sat up, pulling off his shirt, then pulled out his shoes and drogue, his jeans followed and left him in a visibly tented grizzly boxer. She gave him a smile and stepped up to him, he smiled back at her, pulling her into his weapon system, his hard pecker pushing up against her as they embraced, their lip finding each early's. He cupped her naked tush, stroking them and squeezing firmly, making her groan into his mouthpiece, he felt a hand slip in between their bodies, pushing the top of his drawers down over his beam. Her soft hand clasped his cock, not able to hit around, she started to glide her hand upwards to the tip, suddenly pulling back from the kiss and looked down. She looked up at him with a smiling,

"Now that is a very overnice peter you have there."

He smiled,

"Thank you."

She gripped his packer and pulled it down, marvelling at his cock as it stood proud at attention, throbbing in the air in anticipation, she wrapped her around his shaft of light again and pulled the skin away from his head, leaning in to lick up some of the pre-cum escaping his hole.

"Mmm…"

She got to her metrical unit, slipping the g-string over her hip joint and with a little shimmy sent it to the solid ground, he admired her smooth pussy, it seemed so wet and inviting. She took his script, seemed to head for a door, paused and then pulled him to the kitchen ; the kitchen was straight, mostly built-in cupboards and counters, against an open part of the wall stood a table, she led him to this, first he wondered if she wanted for them to toast coffee. Instead she stopped at the table and hopped on, pulling him to her parting her leg and grinning at him. He smiled at her, then he kissed her, she wrapped an arm around his neck, he felt her hand wrap around his turncock, slowly running up and down his tool. He placed his hands on her low-down book binding, holding her as they kissed and her hand slid up and down his beam. A tight adhesive friction on his shaft and her pull on it, made him be active forward, he felt the tip of his cock making contact with her voiced, wet lips. She rubbed the tip of his cock over her wet lips, moaning as she teased herself with his throbbing cock, she broke the kiss, looking up at him as she bit her lip and then slipped the tip of his cock into her slit. She moaned softly, letting go of his shaft, resting her hand on his shoulder joint, he pushed forward slowly, feeling her torso open air up for his slow intrusion and drawing a mystifying moan from her body as he eyes slowly closed.

He kept pushing deeper, sinking his turncock deep into her soundbox, he came to her cervix, feeling her wince slightly. He slowly withdrew, her muscularity pulled at him and he slid forward again, entering her cervix, making her cry out breathlessly. He slid further down her tight pussy, feeling her groin group meeting his, he withdrew slowly and slither back in, making her moan with each bm. She held tightly on to him, her bosom pushing up firmly against him as he pushed against her grim back, keeping her close to the edge of the table as he slowly worked his putz interior of her, feeling her hot breath in his neck as she moaned deeply as he penetrated trench inside her. He started to piece up the pace, stroking faster, settling into a blue-blooded rocking movement with his hips, feeling her pussy contracting around his cock as she seemed to groan continuously, holding on to him like he was a life support in the ocean.

He felt her nails dig into his cutis, her breathing becoming erratic and her groan increase in tempo, without warning a thigh-slapper erupted from her set off lips, her legs squeezing him tightly, her nails breaking his skin as her tight slit convulsed around his shaft, becoming almost vice-like in its handle and he could feel her succus forced past the tight fit of her lips around his shaft. It took her several moments to loosen up again, yet her torso kept shivering in orgasmic bliss, gasping for intimation. She finally opened her eyes and smiled up at him,

"Wow, that was the riotous I ever got there."

She giggled,

"cum to think about it, you are the bighearted thing I ever had inside me."

He chuckled,

"That could be it."

Her eyes widened suddenly,

"Oh jack, I've forgotten…uhm…"

She blushed,

"Do you have any protection with you ?"

He looked at her in skepticism,

"You think about that only now ?"

He smiled,

"Then again, I haven't even started to consider about it. Yeah, I have a condom with me."

She seemed to blush even more,

"I'm sorry, I just got carried away a bit."

He tilted her head up and kissed her, slowly withdrawing himself from her, making her shudder and a soft whimper escaped her lips as he slipped out. He went to his clothes and pulled out his wallet, he knew it was cliché to take a condom in the wallet for that"just in event"moment, but it did do in handy now didn't it. He pulled off the wrapper and slid the latex protection on, then returned to the kitchen.

"You're probably wondering right ?"

She looked at him as he came, he nodded,

"A little bit yes."

She seemed to blush even more,

"I have forgotten to get my lozenge ; it only just dawned on me."

He chuckled,

"You really should get new ones."

She smiled,

"I'll put it on my shopping listing, now get over here, we're not done."

He moved over to her, they kissed again, he moved closer, lowering her down onto the table, she rested on her cubitus, the vertebral column of her head resting against the wall, he kissed her neck, she moaned again. He kissed down to her tit, sucking one mamilla into his mouth, then the early, she arched her back as his tongue played over the hard nubs. He had to admit, he really loved her tit, he slowly kissed down her trunk, tonguing her belly ring and then he went further. Her legs parting for him as he kissed further down her body, his spit reaching out to taste her wet lips and moving-picture show over her button, a groan escaping her sass as she shuddered in pleasure. He looked up at her as she looked down at him, he started to slowly cream her soft lips, dipping his tongue into her velvet folding and her heart closed as groan started to escape her body once again.

He loved his fair sex being vocal and Tamsy was being very vocal music, her moans and groans telling him more about her pleasure than any dustup would throw told him. He ran his tongue over her clit, making her body shiver and then went on working his spit into her wet cunt, she seemed to revel the oral stimulant and he started wondering who the friends was who she had mentioned earlier. She moaned out his name and he looked back up at her to notice her looking down at him,

"Please ? Fuck me."

He stood up ; gripping his cock at the base he slid it into her kitty, pushing in as soon as her sassing slid around his headland, a loud gasp followed his activity. He leaned against the table, his resting on the top next to her physical structure, thrusting into her, driving his cock deeper with each driving force. Her tit swayed and bounced with each thrust, she had her heading tilted back, pressed against the paries, moaning with her eye closed as her pussy quickly lubricated the safe, saturating it as soon his groin was just as wet as her own with her juices. He kept on thrusting deep into her, moving faster than the first prison term, their inguen slapping loudly together, the kitchen filled with her loud groan, the slapping of their wet groins together and a curious mixed olfactory property of the fat aroma of umber and their sex. This time the fast pace of his cock pistoning in and out of her tight confines had his sexual climax rapidly on the wage increase ; he just tried to hold back his impeding orgasm. It felt like he could not hold out any longer when she suddenly sat up, forcing herself to take a breather on her weapon,

"Oh God, oh God, oh FUUUUCK !"

She grunted, clenching her teeth and a garish scream burst from her lips as her pussy clamped down on his peter, this suited him just fine as he pushed hard against her, feeling his turncock sliding even deeper despite the electric resistance and he released his pent-up orgasm, throwing back his head as it felt like his pecker had just exploded in an array of pleasure. When he finally came down from his orgasmic heights, he found her still shuddering through her orgasm, eyes still closed as she gasped for breath. He was gasping for breathing space as well. It took her yearner to recover this sentence and by the time she had opened her heart, he had caught his breath again. He leaned in to kiss her, she happily accepted his glossa and wrapped her weapons system around him, it took a farsighted clock time for the kiss to break and he slowly slid his softening cock from her. She leaned back onto her arms, looking at him,

"That was much better than I have thought it would be."

He disposed of the condom in her dustbin and grinned at her,

"You make it sound like you have planned it for some time."

She shrugged, making her titty sway with the activity,

"Only since you spoke up to that retard at the club."

He arched his supercilium,

"Oh ?"

She laughed,

"Hey every daughter wants a man to stomach up for her OK ? It just made me hot that's the only difference."

He smiled and moved over to her, leaning against the table,

"I'm glad that you did, you made this day much better."

She smiled,

"Yay, glad I could do something good for you in return."

He returned her smile, then glanced at her wall clock,

"I should get going, have some work that I need to get done tomorrow."

"Awww, do you really have to go ?"

He nodded,

"Sorry, but yes, I have to get some sleep."

She sighed and slipped from the table,

"OK, but can I at least get your act ?"

He grinned,

"You read my mind ; I do get to devote you that program after all."

She hugged him and looked up at him,

"Thank you Dave, you really are a in force guy."

He hugged her back,

"I do my best."

She briefly laid her head on his breast,

"Well it's perfect."

She let him go and after getting dressed, programming her phone number onto his phone, he bade her goodnight and left, getting into his car he let out a breathing place, now that was something else. He grinned, well now his ally could not appear at him as the pariah anymore, he now had experienced sex with a girl of a different wash. In fact judgment from the girls they have slept with, he just had sex with the hottest one, in fact he felt like the tycoon, he laughed at his thought process,

"Yeah Dave, you're being silly."

He started the car and drove off .