The day had been one of those crappy I, a day which you would have wanted to end after two hr of working ; everything had gone wrong since Dave got up. His coffee cup's ear broke as he picked it up, fell on him, pouring scalding hot coffee all over his work apparel. He had to get dressed again ; this made him five minutes late already, then his car didn't want to start ; he had to pelt along to throw the bus and his five minutes became twenty second. The bus had to earn a lot of stops and in the end Dave made it to the office an hour late. The genus Bos wasn't happy, the work was piled high, so Dave skipped dejeuner, had a snack at three, and worked until eight. It was a very long day ; he was too late to catch the go bus and had to expect and see if he could get a hack. Overall a very rotten day.

Once he got home, he had a tone at his car and it started perfectly, at to the lowest degree it was the weekend and he decided that since he had such a bad day, he was going to go out to the club. He needed a beer or three. Getting changed he drove the seven blocks to the club, it was a nice place overall, they played great dancing euphony, the drinkable was reasonably priced and they only stopped when the finally somebody left. He paid his admittance fee, got the stamp on the back of his handwriting and went inside, the barkeeper was Lucy. They casually flirted and even though they were both unity, it never went further than that. Dave never had thought about it, she had a slayer body, clearly well-looked after, long red hair and she almost never wore any to a greater extent make-up than red lipstick. Her blue eyes always seemed to light up when she saw him and at times she favoured him with a lovely smile, that smile flashed over her grimace as she saw him take a seat.

"Hey luv, common ?"

He nodded at her,

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

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

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

Dave sighed and took a sip of his beer,

"Had a genuine lousy day."

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

"Tell you what luv, you can induce a shot on me tonight OK ?"

Dave chuckled,

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

She flashed him a smile,

"Looking for something more ?"

He made a show of ogling her firm breasts,

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

She laughed and moved to another client, Dave finished his beer ; he took the next one with him as he headed for the terpsichore trading floor. He took a tail end at one of the tabular array lining the edge of the dance floor, there weren't a lot of mass dancing and that was probably why the fille immediately caught his aid. She wore pitch blackness knee length boots, a fatal miniskirt and as she was dancing with her back to him, he could only see that the top had an open back and was sleeveless, the back was cut so low, he was surely she wore no bra at all. She was dancing alone, clearly enjoying the euphony, her long black hair moving along with her as she shook her head. Dave smiled as he watched her ; of course his beer ran out, so he went to get himself a new one. When he returned she was gone, so he watched the other hoi polloi as they danced, it was fun and he also caught a few move as he watched them.

He was drawing to the end of his beer when he saw her again ; she came to the floor and found a spot close to his board. He could see the top more clearly now, it was loose in the straw man, it was cut in such a way that it fell in flexure from her shoulder down to below her breasts, baring a rather big cleavage. She had stud poker through her lower lip which glinted in the luminousness of the club, there was a tattoo running from her wrist 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 story. She smiled at him and he nodded at her, lifting his beer in an almost goner or salute to her. She laughed and favoured him with another grinning, she started to dance and he watched as she shimmied and shook her organic structure to the beatnik of the music.

He finished his beer and waited until the Song dynasty stopped playing, she looked at him as he got up ; he motioned to the bottle and tilted it to show it was evacuate. 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. laugh caught his aid and the young woman came past times with two others, they carried bottles cooldrink, she gave his a small wave and he waved back. He smiled to himself, when he finished his drinkable he got up, he felt like dancing himself, so he strolled onto the floor. He closed his eyes for a few moments, allowing the music to get into his organisation ; then he started to dance.

He opened his centre only to find the young woman like a few metrical unit 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, firmly work out to get the profligate pumping and the brawniness working. Only this was like the tread-wheel, a good cardio workout, but his tending got pulled towards the girl as she danced. Then a guy came up to her, dancing close, almost crowding her, Dave could see the vexation on her face, she wasn't enjoying herself anymore. The guy moved even closer, his mitt touching her arm, shoulder, back as he tried to attain what he called dancing feel good. He failed miserably with that. Dave moved closer and tapped the guy on the shoulder ; he looked over his berm at Dave.

"What ?"

"Could you perhaps actuate to the side a bit ? I want to watch her dance."

"Fuck off dude."

Dave smiled,

"Nope, I'm sorry, but I have a penchant 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 smile on his case,

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

The man looked him over and then at Greg, the chucker-out who was looking at them right at that minute. He looked back at Dave,

"Just because you're whiteness doesn't mean I'm going to plump for off fucker."

Dave sighed,

"Listen, you have a choice, either go out her be and go hassle somebody else or get project out."

The man raised his hands and shoved Dave away from him, or at to the lowest degree try out to ; Dave took one step backwards and stir his head.

"I'm not dropping this…"

The clenched fist came from the English ; Dave ducked under it, swayed backwards away from the next one. He was no boxer, but he did pick up a few affair watching the hombre train in their division of the gym. The guy stormed at him, his clenched fist flying, but Dave slipped under a rightfulness and stepped to the side. By then Greg had turned up, his hulking manakin looming up between the two of them. The man of course tried to get at Dave, but a huge paw grabbed him by the leash and held him in place.

"What is going on here ?"

The man spat towards Dave,

"That motherfucker were hassling me !"

Dave was about to serve when the young lady stepped up next to him,

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

Greg nodded,

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

Greg pulled the man away from the dance 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 need to be lamentable, that was sweet, first time anybody have done that for me."

He returned the smile,

"Well let's saltation, I did enjoy the music."

She chuckled and shimmied away, slipping into a dancing, giving Dave a playful wink, he chuckled and started to dance again as well. A few songs later he decided that it was prison term for another drinkable ; he waited for the bridgework between two songs, then he headed for the bar.

"Hey Lu, amber and Lemonade."

"Coming up luv."

"Can I get a Coke please ?"

Dave looked at the little girl and she grinned up at him, she was much unforesightful than him, even with the high-pitched heels of her boots.

"So do you cause a name ?"

Dave smiled,

"David knight, but multitude call me Dave."

She stuck out her script,

"Tamryn Tucker, people call me Tamsy."

Dave shook her hand,

"commodity to gather you Tamsy."

"Likewise, so you come here often ?"

He nodded,

"Yeah, unspoilt position in the suburb."

She motioned vaguely to a table, when Dave looked he could see the early two young lady sitting there,

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

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

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

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

"I'm a computer programmer, busy working on a payroll platform for the company. In my free clip, I'm working on a low horizontal surface AI."

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

"What about you ?"

She shrugged,

"Art student, third year."

She motioned at her arm,

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

He nodded,

"Yeah I know, I finished my written report live year, still paying off the educatee loan. It's hectic to be a educatee and having a want for immediate payment all the time. It sucks actually."

She nodded her agreement,

"So you live nearby ?"

He took a sip of his rum and lemonade,

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

"Hey I know soul that lives there, Darian Kathryn Elizabeth Smith ? Think he lives in flatcar bit 28 ?"

Dave nodded,

"Yeah the photographer student, I know that he had visited me a few times to help him fancy 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 utter with her. They danced a bit as well, but spent near of the metre talking, it was well past midnight when Dave decided that it was time to go place. Tamsy bid him farewell, giving him a hug and a buss on the cheek, heading where her friend probably was. Dave paid his tab, giving Lucy a nice tip and headed out. Outside he stopped and scanned the parking lot, usually bozo 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 salvage his rep as a bad ass."

Dave grinned at Greg,

"Thanks man."

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

"Hey tam, is something the matter ?"

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

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

She was leaning forward, resting her arms on the open window, the top opening up to shew More of her caramel skin and heavy breasts.

"Where do you dwell ?"

"Gallaghan heights."

"wellspring I am not going to let you walk to there, why don't I take you dwelling house ?"

She bit her lower lip, then slowly nodded,

"Sure, why not ?"

She opened the door and got in, settling her little hand bag on her lap, she slumped into the derriere as he pulled away.

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

Dave smiled,

"You need to get you a wingman, or wingwoman in your case. Never leave without each early 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 opportunity to get laid."

Dave nodded,

"Yup that one."

She chuckled,

"You ever played wingman Dave ?"

He shrugged,

"backrest in college yeah, usually was the double D as well."

"Designated Driver ? You never went home with a sweet little college girl ?"

He shook his nous,

"Nope, was a bit of an obese 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 tomentum over one shoulder,

"Ohhh you want to bet good ?"

He nodded,

"I try yes."

She seemed to call back as she looked at him and then looked at the route,

"So what do you recollect 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 passably girls screw up their looking at 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 turn into the street she had mentioned she lived ; she motioned for him to blockade at a five storey building.

"Well 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 foul brew we student live on ? I think somebody 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 window 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 codification and opened the security gate. Stepping inside Dave allowed the gate to click close behind him, his first thought was that she lived on one of the upper base, but instead she led him down the small hallway to the last door on the rightfulness. Unlocking the door ; she entered and he followed her inside. Of course it wasn't pristine, but it wasn't a mess either, he tried to witness a give-and-take to report it all and finally came up with one. Art.

She pulled off her thrill and waved her hired man around the flat, it wasn't immense, but not a shoebox either. Most of the things that lay around were material body made out of report mache, paper, books even a few pencils. Leaning against the paries was story boards and Dave assumed she used the figures to draw them.

"Interesting."

He walked over to a draft, it seemed like she was busy making a short-change film from the vignette she had laid out.

"That is for our finals, we have to bridge player in a dead film."

Dave nodded,

"Animation will take a lot of time."

She sighed,

"I know right ? And the sorry matter is that I'm way behind schedule."

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

"well if you want I can help you with that, I have a piddling program that links with editing programs like Corel standoff or Photoshop. You just scan your picture into the program and it picks up the BASIC stemma. You just select the points that you want to animate and it can animate the figure for about two minutes."

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

He shrugged,

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

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

He snorted and waved her dissent away,

"I want you to suffer it ; I don't want to trade it to you."

He stood up,

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

She nodded,

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

He looked around the apartment, there stood a estimator in one corner, from the sleek crinkle he took it to be a gambling box.

"So you game ?"

She came to stick out side by side to him,

"I used to, now I use it to work on. Processing pep pill, RAM and computer graphic are really just what I need."

He nodded and took in the scanner, while not new ; it was top of the stock 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 lounge and sat down, stretching out his legs in front line of him, she went into the kitchen and came back, she stopped and he could see she felt a bit embarrassed,

"I forgot, would you like a biscuit ?"

He nodded,

"Sure, why not just pass on me a taste of the one you took a raciness 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 rim parted and her tongue slipped into his sassing, then she broke the buss and leaned back, a flush on her case, darkening the lighting Brown skin slightly.


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

He could detect a deliquium peppiness 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 buss, only placing his hands on her back when she wrapped her implements of war around his neck. The lingua macho-man she wore glided over his tongue ; she worked it around, clearly having a lot of experience with teasing with the stud. He could finger himself getting very excited as his hands explored her depressed back and slid over the legato peel of her exposed back. When she finally pulled back, she was slightly out of breath and gave him a smiling,

"So much wagerer than my friends."

He smiled,

"glad that I meet your approval."

She chuckled,

"Oh you met that at the guild already."

She leaned forward again, looking into his middle,

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

He arched an eyebrow,

"Girls 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 feel her men sliding over his soundbox, unbuttoning his shirt. She clearly wasn't a shy missy once you got her in the mood and boy was she in the modality. Any push that seemed a small insubordinate she just pulled off, her work force slid over his skin as her tongue fought his for dominance of each other's rima oris. He slid his hands over her rear end, squeezing them firmly, making her push her hips forward, her groin grinding against his and moaning into the kiss. She opened his shirt, pushing it open to run her helping hand over his peel again, he was no suntanned Greek god, but he was no slouch in the gym either and it seemed to throw a very good effect on her as she kept grinding her crotch against his hardening tool, the high temperature emanating from her and her rapid respiration testimonial to her own stimulation. She suddenly drew away from him, grabbing hold of her top just above her hip joint and pulling it off over her head.

She had full rose hip, thin center with a chant tum, she obviously spent a great deal metre working on herself as well, he stared as her breasts came into eyeshot, full, daily round and swaying gently with her front. He saw in stupefied awe, they were lovely, she sat there looking at him, gently biting her lower 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 white meat in each hand, 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 stud through them making them put up out proudly. He gently squeezed her chest, she moaned softly as he slowly kneaded her tit, he leaned forward, running his lingua over one nipple ; she pushed her finger into his hair arching her rachis to proudly demo her breasts to him. He practically worshipped them, kissing, licking and sucking on her nipples, using his tongue to wiggle the piercings, this seemed to push back her wild as she groaned and her manpower clenched at his hair.

After a lot of groaning and moaning in joy, she pushed his head away from her chest and leaned down to buss him hungrily, without a word she got up from his lap, she undid her mini and slipped it off, revealing a sexy small g-string, the dark blueness stuff barely covered her pussy. Dave sat up, pulling off his shirt, then pulled out his shoe and drogue, his jeans followed and left him in a visibly tented hoar boxer. She gave him a smiling and stepped up to him, he smiled back at her, pulling her into his weapon, his hard tool pushing up against her as they embraced, their lips finding each former's. He cupped her nude buttocks, stroking them and squeezing firmly, making her moan into his mouth, he felt a handwriting parapraxis in between their torso, pushing the top of his packer down over his shaft. Her soft hand clasped his cock, not able to pass around, she started to glide her paw upwards to the tip, suddenly pulling back from the kiss and looked down. She looked up at him with a grin,

"Now that is a very nice cock you have there."

He smiled,

"Thank you."

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

"Mmm…"

She got to her foundation, slipping the thong over her hips and with a little chemise sent it to the ground, he admired her unruffled pussy, it seemed so wet and inviting. She took his manus, seemed to head for a door, paused and then pulled him to the kitchen ; the kitchen was bang-up, mostly built-in closet and tabulator, against an subject constituent of the wall stood a tabular array, she led him to this, first he wondered if she wanted for them to fuddle coffee berry. Instead she stopped at the table and hopped on, pulling him to her parting her legs and grinning at him. He smiled at her, then he kissed her, she wrapped an arm around his neck, he felt her hand wrapper around his dick, slowly running up and down his putz. He placed his hired man on her lower spine, holding her as they kissed and her bridge player slid up and down his shaft. A tight grip on his shaft and her pulling on it, made him move forward, he felt the tip of his shaft making contact with her piano, wet lips. She rubbed the tip of his cock over her wet lips, moaning as she teased herself with his throbbing tool, 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, he pushed forward slowly, feeling her body open up for his dim intrusion and drawing a deep moan from her body as he eyes slowly closed.

He kept pushing deeper, sinking his shaft deep into her body, he came to her neck, feeling her wince slightly. He slowly withdrew, her brawniness 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 breakwater get together his, he withdrew slowly and slew back in, making her moan with each movement. She held tightly on to him, her breasts pushing up firmly against him as he pushed against her lower berth back, keeping her close to the sharpness of the table as he slowly worked his cock inside of her, feeling her hot breathing spell in his cervix as she moaned deeply as he penetrated deep inside her. He started to pick up the pace, stroking faster, settling into a aristocratical rocking gesture with his hip joint, feeling her pussy contracting around his cock as she seemed to moan continuously, holding on to him like he was a life support in the ocean.

He felt her pass with flying colors dig into his skin, her breathing becoming erratic and her groan increase in pacing, without warning a scream erupted from her split up lips, her stage squeezing him tightly, her nails breaking his tegument as her soaked pussy convulsed around his shaft, becoming almost vice-like in its grasp and he could feel her juices forced past the tight fit of her sassing around his shaft. It took her several second to relax again, yet her soundbox kept shivering in orgasmic bliss, gasping for breath. She finally opened her eyes and smiled up at him,

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

She giggled,

"seed to imagine about it, you are the prominent thing I ever had inside me."

He chuckled,

"That could be it."

Her eyes widened suddenly,

"Oh motherfucker, I've forgotten…uhm…"

She blushed,

"Do you have any protection with you ?"

He looked at her in disbelief,

"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 fountainhead up and kissed her, slowly withdrawing himself from her, making her frisson and a soft whimper escaped her sassing as he slipped out. He went to his clothes and pulled out his wallet, he knew it was cliché to stockpile a condom in the wallet for that"just in case"here and now, but it did come 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 footling bit yes."

She seemed to crimson even more,

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

He chuckled,

"You really should get new ones."

She smiled,

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

He moved over to her, they kissed again, he moved closer, lowering her John L. H. Down onto the board, 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 breasts, sucking one teat into his sass, then the other, she arched her back as his clapper played over the hard nubs. He had to admit, he really loved her breasts, he slowly kissed down her body, tonguing her belly closed chain and then he went further. Her wooden leg farewell for him as he kissed further down her body, his knife reaching out to taste her wet lips and flick over her clit, a moan escaping her backtalk as she shuddered in joy. He looked up at her as she looked down at him, he started to slowly lick her sonant lip, dipping his clapper into her velvet folds and her middle closed as moans started to scat her body once again.

He loved his woman being vocal and Tamsy was being very vocal, her groan and groans telling him more about her pleasure than any words would have told him. He ran his spit over her clit, making her consistence shiver and then went on working his knife into her wet pussy, she seemed to revel the oral stimulus and he started wondering who the protagonist was who she had mentioned earlier. She moaned out his name and he looked back up at her to find her looking down at him,

"Please ? roll in the hay me."

He stood up ; gripping his turncock at the base he slid it into her pussy, pushing in as soon as her lips slid around his foreland, a loud gasp followed his action at law. He leaned against the board, his resting on the top next to her body, thrusting into her, driving his cock deeper with each thrust. Her knocker swayed and bounced with each thrust, she had her head tilted back, pressed against the wall, moaning with her center closed as her pussy quickly lubricated the condom, 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 time, their groins slapping loudly together, the kitchen filled with her loud moans, the slapping of their wet groins together and a curious fuse smell of the robust aroma of coffee bean and their sex. This clip the fast pace of his cock pistoning in and out of her tight confines had his orgasm rapidly on the rise ; he just tried to hold in back his impeding orgasm. It felt like he could not keep out any longer when she suddenly sat up, forcing herself to take a breather on her arms,

"Oh God, oh God, oh FUUUUCK !"

She grunted, clenching her tooth and a aloud scream burst from her lip as her kitty clamped down on his turncock, this suited him just mulct as he pushed hard against her, feeling his cock sliding even inscrutable despite the immunity and he released his pent-up climax, throwing back his headway as it felt like his cock had just exploded in an raiment of pleasance. When he finally came down from his orgasmic high, he found her still shuddering through her sexual climax, eyes still closed as she gasped for breather. He was gasping for breath as well. It took her longer to recuperate this fourth dimension and by the time she had opened her heart, he had caught his breath again. He leaned in to snog her, she happily accepted his tongue and wrapped her blazon around him, it took a long fourth dimension for the kiss to give away and he slowly slid his softening hammer from her. She leaned back onto her weaponry, looking at him,

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

He disposed of the condom in her trash bin and grinned at her,

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

She shrugged, making her breasts sway with the action,

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

He arched his brow,

"Oh ?"

She laughed,

"Hey every fille wants a man to stand 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 gladiola that you did, you made this day a lot better."

She smiled,

"Yay, sword lily 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 ingest 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 bit ?"

He grinned,

"You read my mind ; I do have to give you that program after all."

She hugged him and looked up at him,

"Thank you Dave, you really are a dear guy."

He hugged her back,

"I do my best."

She briefly laid her head on his thorax,

"fountainhead it's perfect."

She let him go and after getting dressed, programming her number onto his telephone set, he bade her goodnight and left, getting into his car he let out a breath, now that was something else. He grinned, well now his friends could not expect at him as the outcast anymore, he now had experienced sex with a girl of a different race. In fact judgment from the female child they have slept with, he just had sex with the hottest one, in fact he felt like the world-beater, he laughed at his thoughts,

"Yeah Dave, you're being silly."

He started the car and drove off .