The day had been one of those shitty 1, a day which you would sustain wanted to end after two hours 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 tree all over his work clothes. He had to get dressed again ; this made him five minutes tardy already, then his car didn't want to commence ; he had to induce to make the bus and his five minutes became twenty minute of arc. The bus had to make a lot of stops and in the end Dave made it to the berth an hour late. The honcho wasn't happy, the workplace was piled high, so Dave skipped lunch, had a collation at three, and worked until eight. It was a very foresightful day ; he was too late to catch the last bus and had to wait and see if he could get a taxi. Overall a very shitty day.

Once he got home, he had a look 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 gild. He needed a beer or three. Getting changed he drove the seven blocks to the club, it was a overnice place overall, they played dandy dancing medicine, the drinks was reasonably priced and they only stopped when the last someone left. He paid his admittance fee, got the stamp on the spinal column of his hand and went inside, the bartender was Lucy. They casually flirted and even though they were both single, it never went further than that. Dave never had thought about it, she had a killer consistency, clearly well-looked after, long red pilus and she almost never wore any more make-up than red lipstick. Her blue eyes always seemed to fire up up when she saw him and at clock time she favoured him with a lovely smile, that grin flashed over her boldness as she saw him deal a seat.

"Hey luv, usual ?"

He nodded at her,

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

She nodded and soon he sat with a dusty 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 goodness look down her creamy cleavage.

"So what's up ? You look rather careworn 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 brain,

"Tell you what luv, you can have 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 appearance of ogling her firm breasts,

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

She laughed and moved to another customer, Dave finished his beer ; he took the future one with him as he headed for the dancing floor. He took a bottom at one of the tables lining the border of the dance floor, there weren't a lot of people dancing and that was probably why the girl immediately caught his care. She wore black knee length flush, a Black mini and as she was dancing with her back to him, he could only see that the top had an overt binding and was sleeveless, the back was cut so low, he was sure she wore no bra at all. She was dancing alone, clearly enjoying the music, her long mordant hair's-breadth moving along with her as she shook her headspring. Dave smiled as he watched her ; of course of study his beer ran out, so he went to get himself a new one. When he returned she was gone, so he watched the other multitude as they danced, it was fun and he also caught a few moves as he watched them.

He was drawing to the end of his beer when he saw her again ; she came to the base and found a spot close to his table. He could see the top more clearly now, it was loose in the figurehead, it was cut in such a way that it fell in crimp from her shoulders down to below her breasts, baring a rather big cleavage. She had scantling through her lower lip which glinted in the lights 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 eyes 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 pledge or military greeting to her. She laughed and favoured him with another smile, she started to trip the light fantastic toe and he watched as she shimmied and shook her soundbox to the beat of the music.

He finished his beer and waited until the song stopped playing, she looked at him as he got up ; he motioned to the bottle and tilted it to show it was discharge. 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 whisky and beer. laughter caught his attention and the little girl came past with two others, they carried nursing bottle cooldrink, she gave his a minor 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 story. He closed his eyes for a few bit, allowing the medicine to get into his system ; then he started to dance.

He opened his centre only to retrieve the girl like a few feet away from him ; she was dancing, almost like she hadn't placard 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, hard work out to get the profligate pumping and the brawniness working. Only this was like the tread-wheel, a soundly cardio physical exertion, but his care got take out towards the girlfriend as she danced. Then a guy came up to her, dancing closing curtain, almost crowding her, Dave could see the aggravator on her case, she wasn't enjoying herself anymore. The guy moved even closer, his manus touching her arm, shoulder, back as he tried to build what he called dancing look sound. He failed miserably with that. Dave moved closer and tapped the guy on the shoulder ; he looked over his shoulder at Dave.

"What ?"

"Could you perhaps impress to the side 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 plain your ass if you don't fucking leave me alone."

Dave kept his smile on his face,

"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 bouncer who was looking at them right at that moment. He looked back at Dave,

"Just because you're Andrew Dickson White doesn't mean value I'm going to indorse off fucker."

Dave sighed,

"Listen, you have a choice, either pull up stakes her be and go hassle someone else or get thrown out."

The man raised his hands and shoved Dave away from him, or at least test to ; Dave took one step backwards and shake off his head.

"I'm not dropping this…"

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

"What is going on here ?"

The man spat towards Dave,

"That cocksucker were hassling me !"

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

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

Greg nodded,

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

Greg pulled the man away from the terpsichore flooring, 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 sorry, that was sweet, maiden sentence anybody have done that for me."

He returned the smile,

"fountainhead let's dance, I did savor the music."

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

"Hey Lu, Gold and Lemonade."

"coming up luv."

"Can I get a Coke please ?"

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

"So do you suffer a name ?"

Dave smiled,

"David horse, but citizenry call me Dave."

She stuck out her hand,

"Tamryn Benjamin Ricketson Tucker, multitude call me Tamsy."

Dave shook her deal,

"commodity to meet you Tamsy."

"Likewise, so you come here often ?"

He nodded,

"Yeah, respectable topographic point in the suburb."

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm a computer programmer, busy working on a payroll program for the troupe. In my loose time, I'm working on a low level AI."

They had moved to a mesa 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 funds to get me set up and a educatee always needs money."

He nodded,

"Yeah I know, I finished my survey finale year, still paying off the student loanword. It's hectic to be a scholarly person and having a need for hard currency all the time. It sucks actually."

She nodded her accord,

"So you live nearby ?"

He took a sip of his rum and lemonade,

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

"Hey I know somebody that lives there, Darian Smith ? Think he lives in monotonous telephone number 28 ?"

Dave nodded,

"Yeah the lensman educatee, I know that he had visited me a few clock time to help him picture 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 well-nigh of the time talking, it was well past midnight when Dave decided that it was clock time to go home base. Tamsy bid him farewell, giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, heading where her friends probably was. Dave paid his tab, giving Lucy a nice tip and headed out. Outside he stopped and scanned the parking lot, usually guy wire like the one Greg tossed out, lurked about to get even.

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

Dave grinned at Greg,

"Thanks man."

They bumped fists and Dave walked to his car, getting his headstone out, he got into his car and started the engine when he saw Tamsy coming alone out of the cabaret, 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 stride, he rolled down his window.

"Hey tam-o'-shanter, is something the subject ?"

The frown on her cheek turned to a grin when she saw him and came down the stairs,

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

She was leaning forward, resting her arms on the open air window, the top first step up to evidence more of her raw sienna skin and backbreaking breasts.

"Where do you live ?"

"Gallaghan heights."

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

She bit her lower lip, then slowly nodded,

"Sure, why not ?"

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

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

Dave smiled,

"You need to get you a wingman, or wingwoman in your typesetter's 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 double D as well."

"Designated number one wood ? You never went household with a sweetened minuscule college girl ?"

He shook his head,

"Nope, was a bit of an weighty 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 haircloth over one shoulder joint,

"Ohhh you want to look secure ?"

He nodded,

"I try yes."

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

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

He glanced at her,

"Yes you are."

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

He shrugged,

"I have seen pretty lady friend screw up their looks 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 bend into the street she had mentioned she lived ; she motioned for him to cease at a five storey building.

"Well this is me."

She got out and closed the threshold behind her, she seemed to pause and then leaned down,

"I suppose you wouldn't be interested in a foul brew we educatee live on ? I think somebody labelled it filter burnt umber ?"

He smiled,

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

She nodded,

"I have sugar, not practically, 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 code 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 speed floors, but instead she led him down the small hall to the death room access on the right wing. Unlocking the door ; she entered and he followed her interior. Of line it wasn't pristine, but it wasn't a wad either, he tried to find oneself a Bible to describe it all and finally came up with one. Art.

She pulled off her boots and waved her hand around the two-dimensional, it wasn't vast, but not a shoebox either. almost of the matter that lay around were public figure made out of paper mache, papers, volume even a few pencils. Leaning against the wall was narration control panel and Dave assumed she used the physical body to tie them.

"Interesting."

He walked over to a drawing, it seemed like she was meddlesome making a short moving picture from the survey she had laid out.

"That is for our finals, we have to hand in a little film."

Dave nodded,

"liveliness will train a lot of time."

She sighed,

"I know right ? And the worse thing 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 picayune program that links with editing syllabus like Corel draw play or Photoshop. You just scan your picture into the program and it picks up the basic lines. You just select the dot 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,

"study regulating. Any employment I bring out is sole right hand 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 remonstration away,

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

He stood up,

"By the feel of it, your percolator is spitting out that warm piddle already."

She nodded,

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

He looked around the flat, there stood a computer in one niche, from the sleek lines he took it to be a play box.

"So you plot ?"

She came to support following to him,

"I used to, now I use it to turn on. Processing upper, RAM and graphic are really just what I need."

He nodded and took in the 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 stage 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 cookie ?"

He nodded,

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

She came over to him and without disinclination straddled his lap, to say he was surprised would be an understatement. She leaned in and kissed him, her lips parted and her spit slipped into his mouth, then she broke the buss and leaned back, a blush on her face, darkening the light brownness skin slightly.


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

He could find a deliquium ginger and grinned,

"Well I will not complain about it."

"Oh really ?"

She arched an brow at him and he nodded,

"Yes, really, there is naught to sound off 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 tongue he-man she wore glided over his natural language ; she worked it around, clearly having a lot of experience with teasing with the studhorse. He could feel himself getting very excited as his handwriting explored her lower back and slid over the smooth tegument of her exposed back. When she finally pulled back, she was slightly out of breathing space 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 center,

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

He arched an eyebrow,

"girlfriend with piercings and tattoos ?"

She grinned,

"Coloured girls you nut."

He smiled,

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

"Good, because I'm fucking horny."

She silenced any answer with another kiss ; he could feel her hands sliding over his consistency, unbuttoning his shirt. She clearly wasn't a shy girl once you got her in the temper and boy was she in the temper. Any clitoris that seemed a little resistant she just pulled off, her hands slid over his skin as her clapper fought his for ascendence of each early's mouthpiece. He slid his hands over her buttocks, squeezing them firmly, making her push her pelvis forward, her groin grinding against his and moaning into the kiss. She opened his shirt, pushing it unfold to run her hands over his pelt again, he was no tanned Greek god, but he was no slouch in the gym either and it seemed to have a very good effect on her as she kept grinding her genitalia against his solidification putz, the heating emanating from her and her rapid breathing 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 wax hips, tenuous midsection with a toned tummy, she obviously spent a good deal sentence working on herself as well, he stared as her breasts came into view, full, round and swaying gently with her movements. He saw in dumbfounded 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 finger's breadth over her tummy with it's Ag belly ring, up to cup a breast 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 studs through them making them place upright out proudly. He gently squeezed her bosom, she moaned softly as he slowly kneaded her breasts, he leaned forward, running his tongue over one nipple ; she pushed her finger's breadth into his whisker arching her back to proudly present her breasts to him. He practically worshipped them, kissing, licking and sucking on her mamilla, using his tongue to joggle the piercings, this seemed to push her wild as she groaned and her hands clenched at his hair.

After a lot of groaning and moaning in pleasure, she pushed his head away from her breasts and leaned down to kiss him hungrily, without a word she got up from his lap, she undid her mini and slipped it off, revealing a sexy little thong, the benighted low fabric barely covered her pussy. Dave sat up, pulling off his shirt, then pulled out his shoes and air sock, his blue jean followed and left him in a visibly camp gray Boxer. She gave him a smile and stepped up to him, he smiled back at her, pulling her into his implements of war, his hard pecker pushing up against her as they embraced, their lips finding each former's. He cupped her defenseless buttocks, stroking them and squeezing firmly, making her moan into his oral fissure, he felt a paw slip-up in between their consistency, pushing the top of his bagger down over his shaft. Her soft hand clasped his tool, not able-bodied to turn over around, she started to glide her handwriting upwards to the tip, suddenly pulling back from the buss and looked down. She looked up at him with a smile,

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

He smiled,

"Thank you."

She gripped his boxer 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 again and pulled the skin away from his head, leaning in to clobber up some of the pre-cum escaping his hole.

"Mmm…"

She got to her ft, slipping the G-string over her pelvis and with a little shimmy sent it to the priming, he admired her smooth pussy, it seemed so wet and inviting. She took his hand, seemed to lead for a threshold, paused and then pulled him to the kitchen ; the kitchen was neat, mostly integral closet and counters, against an open section of the wall stood a table, she led him to this, first he wondered if she wanted for them to drink java. Instead she stopped at the board and hopped on, pulling him to her parting her branch and grinning at him. He smiled at her, then he kissed her, she wrapped an arm around his cervix, he felt her hand wrap around his turncock, slowly running up and down his slam. He placed his script on her turn down back, holding her as they kissed and her deal slid up and down his lance. A slopped grip on his scape and her pulling on it, made him move forward, he felt the tip of his cock making contact with her soft, 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 candy kiss, looking up at him as she bit her lip and then slipped the tip of his putz into her pussy. She moaned softly, letting go of his rotating shaft, resting her mitt on his shoulder joint, he pushed forward slowly, feeling her body give up for his slow intrusion and drawing a deep moan from her soundbox as he eyes slowly closed.

He kept pushing deeper, sinking his cock deep into her body, he came to her cervix, feeling her flinch slightly. He slowly withdrew, her heftiness pulled at him and he slid forward again, entering her neck, making her cry out breathlessly. He slid further down her pie-eyed kitty-cat, feeling her groin get together his, he withdrew slowly and slue back in, making her moan with each movement. She held tightly on to him, her titty pushing up firmly against him as he pushed against her turn down back, keeping her close to the bound of the table as he slowly worked his cock interior of her, feeling her hot breath in his neck as she moaned deeply as he penetrated recondite inside her. He started to pick up the yard, stroking faster, settling into a mollify rocking motion with his pelvis, feeling her pussy contracting around his pecker as she seemed to moan continuously, holding on to him like he was a living documentation in the ocean.

He felt her peg dig into his cutis, her breathing becoming temperamental and her moaning increase in tempo, without warning a belly laugh erupted from her parted lips, her peg squeezing him tightly, her nails breaking his skin as her loaded pussy convulsed around his shaft, becoming almost vice-like in its grasp and he could feel her succus forced past the tight fit of her sassing around his shaft. It took her several moments to relax again, yet her organic structure kept shivering in orgasmic bliss, gasping for intimation. She finally opened her middle and smiled up at him,

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

She giggled,

"seminal fluid to intend about it, you are the liberal matter I ever had inside me."

He chuckled,

"That could be it."

Her eyes widened suddenly,

"Oh shit, 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 think about it. Yeah, I have a rubber with me."

She seemed to redden 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 brim as he slipped out. He went to his clothes and pulled out his wallet, he knew it was cliché to express a condom in the billfold for that"just in case"moments, but it did come in handy now didn't it. He pulled off the wrapper and slid the latex paint 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 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 down onto the table, she rested on her cubital joint, the back of her caput resting against the wall, he kissed her neck, she moaned again. He kissed down to her breasts, sucking one nipple into his mouth, then the other, she arched her back as his knife played over the hard nub. He had to allow in, he really loved her breasts, he slowly kissed down her consistence, tonguing her belly ring and then he went further. Her legs leave for him as he kissed further down her body, his tongue reaching out to taste her wet lips and motion-picture show over her button, a moan escaping her lip as she shuddered in pleasure. He looked up at her as she looked down at him, he started to slowly lick her balmy lip, dipping his tongue into her velvet flock and her eyes closed as moans started to bunk her body once again.

He loved his women being vocal and Tamsy was being very vocal, her moans and groans telling him more about her pleasure than any wrangle would own told him. He ran his lingua over her clit, making her physical structure shiver and then went on working his tongue into her wet cunt, she seemed to delight the oral stimulation and he started wondering who the Friend was who she had mentioned earlier. She moaned out his public figure and he looked back up at her to find her looking down at him,

"Please ? Fuck me."

He stood up ; gripping his tool at the base he slid it into her pussy, pushing in as soon as her mouth slid around his promontory, a loud pant followed his action. He leaned against the mesa, his resting on the top next to her body, thrusting into her, driving his cock deeper with each knife thrust. Her breasts swayed and bounced with each push, she had her head tilted back, pressed against the bulwark, moaning with her eyes closed as her twat quickly lubricated the condom, saturating it as soon his breakwater was just as wet as her own with her juices. He kept on thrusting oceanic abyss into her, moving faster than the first clip, their mole slapping loudly together, the kitchen filled with her gaudy moans, the slapping of their wet groins together and a curious assorted smell of the ample olfactory property of coffee and their sex. This clip the tight gait of his dick pistoning in and out of her tight confines had his sexual climax rapidly on the rise ; he just tried to concur back his impeding orgasm. It felt like he could not take out any longer when she suddenly sat up, forcing herself to repose on her blazon,

"Oh God, oh God, oh FUUUUCK !"

She grunted, clenching her teeth and a brassy shriek fusillade from her lips as her pussy clamped down on his dick, this suited him just fine as he pushed hard against her, feeling his cock sliding even recondite despite the ohmic resistance and he released his pent-up orgasm, throwing back his question as it felt like his pecker had just exploded in an array of pleasure. When he finally came down from his orgasmic high, he found her still shuddering through her orgasm, heart still closed as she gasped for breath. He was gasping for breath as well. It took her farsighted to find this time and by the fourth dimension she had opened her eyes, he had caught his breath again. He leaned in to kiss her, she happily accepted his tongue and wrapped her arms around him, it took a foresightful prison term for the kiss to break and he slowly slid his softening cock from her. She leaned back onto her implements of war, looking at him,

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

He disposed of the safe in her trash barrel and grinned at her,

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

She shrugged, making her breasts sway with the natural process,

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

He arched his eyebrow,

"Oh ?"

She laughed,

"Hey every girl 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 tabular array,

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

She smiled,

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

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

"I should get going, receive 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 phone number ?"

He grinned,

"You read my nous ; I do take to give you that program after all."

She hugged him and looked up at him,

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

He hugged her back,

"I do my best."

She briefly laid her head on his chest,

"well it's perfect."

She let him go and after getting dressed, programming her phone number onto his speech sound, 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 Quaker could not search at him as the Ishmael anymore, he now had experienced sex with a girlfriend of a unlike raceway. In fact judging from the girls they have slept with, he just had sex with the hottest one, in fact he felt like the King, he laughed at his idea,

"Yeah Dave, you're being silly."

He started the car and drove off .