The day had been one of those stinking ace, a day which you would experience wanted to end after two 60 minutes of working ; everything had gone incorrect since Dave got up. His burnt umber cup's ear broke as he picked it up, fell on him, pouring scalding hot coffee all over his employment clothes. He had to get dressed again ; this made him five minute of arc late already, then his car didn't want to set about ; he had to rush to make the bus and his five moment became twenty minutes. The bus had to make a lot of stops and in the end Dave made it to the office an 60 minutes late. The hirer wasn't happy, the employment 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 enchant the last bus and had to waitress and see if he could get a taxicab. Overall a very shitty 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 club. He needed a beer or three. Getting changed he drove the seven blocking to the club, it was a prissy place overall, they played keen dance music, the drinks was reasonably priced and they only stopped when the last-place person left. He paid his admittance fee, got the mold on the rachis 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 Orcinus orca body, clearly well-looked after, long red hair and she almost never wore any more war paint than red lipstick. Her dismal oculus always seemed to light up when she saw him and at multiplication she favoured him with a lovely grin, that smiling flashed over her face as she saw him film a seat.

"Hey luv, common ?"

He nodded at her,

"Hey there lovely, keep 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 replication, offering Dave and any other man in the locality a good look down her creamy cleavage.

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

Dave sighed and took a sip of his beer,

"Had a substantial lousy day."

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

"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 display of ogling her business firm breasts,

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

She laughed and moved to another customer, Dave finished his beer ; he took the next one with him as he headed for the dance base. He took a buns at one of the tables lining the edge of the dance floor, there weren't a lot of the great unwashed dancing and that was probably why the young woman immediately caught his care. She wore ignominious knee length boots, a black mini and as she was dancing with her backbone to him, he could only see that the top had an unfold back and was sleeveless, the rachis was cut so low, he was sure she wore no bra at all. She was dancing alone, clearly enjoying the euphony, her long black haircloth moving along with her as she shook her pass. 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 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 floor and found a spot close to his table. 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 shoulder down to below her boob, baring a rather big cleavage. She had studs through her humble lip which glinted in the lights of the night club, there was a tattoo running play from her wrist joint up her arm and ending at her cervix, he couldn't clearly see what it was. Her eyes were darkened with mascara and it made her centre 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 trip the light fantastic and he watched as she shimmied and shook her trunk to the beat of the music.

He finished his beer and waited until the song stopped acting, she looked at him as he got up ; he motioned to the bottle and tilted it to evince it was empty. She nodded and kept dancing as the music went on. Strange enough when he returned with a beer and a gunslinger she was gone again, he slowly sipped on his whiskey and beer. Laughter caught his care and the young lady came past with two others, they carried bottleful cooldrink, she gave his a small wave and he waved back. He smiled to himself, when he finished his swallow he got up, he felt like dancing himself, so he strolled onto the trading floor. He closed his eyes for a few bit, allowing the music to get into his arrangement ; then he started to dance.

He opened his eyes only to encounter the lady friend 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 time. He just grinned and danced, it was fun, almost like hitting the gym, a good, hard study out to get the blood pumping and the brawniness working. Only this was like the salt mine, a beneficial cardio workout, but his tending got pulled towards the miss as she danced. Then a guy came up to her, dancing close, almost crowding her, Dave could see the annoyance on her face, she wasn't enjoying herself anymore. The guy moved even closer, his men touching her arm, shoulder, back as he tried to wee-wee what he called dancing look good. He failed miserably with that. Dave moved closer and tapped the guy on the berm ; he looked over his shoulder at Dave.

"What ?"

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

"Fuck off dude."

Dave smiled,

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

The man rounded on Dave,

"Listen mother fucker, I'll fucking kick your ass if you don't fucking bequeath me alone."

Dave kept his smiling on his face,

"Actually you will try, but you will get removed by Greg over there by the doorway 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 white doesn't mean value I'm going to punt off fucker."

Dave sighed,

"Listen, you have a choice, either pass on her be and go hassle individual else or get thrown out."

The man raised his bridge player and shoved Dave away from him, or at least seek to ; Dave took one stride backwards and shook his head.

"I'm not dropping this…"

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

"What is going on here ?"

The man tiff towards Dave,

"That shit were hassling me !"

Dave was about to suffice when the miss stepped up side by side to him,

"Actually he was in use 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 pauperism to be sorry, that was sweet, firstly fourth dimension anybody have done that for me."

He returned the grinning,

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

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

"Hey Lu, Gold and Lemonade."

"approach up luv."

"Can I get a snow please ?"

Dave looked at the lady friend and she grinned up at him, she was much shorter than him, even with the senior high heels of her boots.

"So do you receive a name ?"

Dave smiled,

"David knight, but people call me Dave."

She stuck out her hired man,

"Tamryn Benjamin Ricketson Tucker, hoi polloi call me Tamsy."

Dave shook her hand,

"trade good to meet you Tamsy."

"Likewise, so you come here often ?"

He nodded,

"Yeah, well spot in the suburb."

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm a programmer, busy working on a payroll department political program for the caller. In my free time, I'm working on a low level AI."

They had moved to a table 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 cash in hand to get me set up and a student always needs money."

He nodded,

"Yeah I know, I finished my studies in conclusion year, still paying off the bookman loanword. It's hectic to be a student and having a indigence for John Cash 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 blocks away at the Escalade flats."

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

Dave nodded,

"Yeah the photographer student, I know that he had visited me a few times to facilitate him project out his editing software."

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

Dave grinned,

"Small cosmos hey ?"

She nodded,

"Yes indeed."

They continued talking, he found her quite likeable and of class with her being pretty it didn't hurt at all to babble out with her. They danced a bit as well, but spent most of the fourth dimension talking, it was well past midnight when Dave decided that it was time to go home. Tamsy bid him farewell, giving him a hug and a kiss on the buttock, heading where her ally 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 economise his rep as a bad ass."

Dave grinned at Greg,

"Thanks man."

They bumped clenched fist and Dave walked to his car, getting his key out, he got into his car and started the locomotive 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 quad and rolled the car up to the steps, he rolled down his window.

"Hey Tams, 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 speech sound are off. I can bet you they picked up some bozo and went home."

She was leaning forward, resting her blazon on the open window, the top opening up to show more of her caramel skin and profound breasts.

"Where do you hold out ?"

"Gallaghan heights."

"Well 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 bridge player 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 get been fine."

Dave smiled,

"You need to get you a wingman, or wingwoman in your pillow slip. 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 chance to get laid."

Dave nodded,

"Yup that one."

She chuckled,

"You ever played wingman Dave ?"

He shrugged,

"dorsum in college yeah, usually was the image D as well."

"Designated Driver ? You never went home with a sweet footling college miss ?"

He shook his head,

"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 whisker over one berm,

"Ohhh you want to count good ?"

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 guys don't like the piercings and tattoos."

He shrugged,

"I have seen fairly missy screw up their flavor 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 play into the street she had mentioned she lived ; she motioned for him to stop at a five story building.

"Well this is me."

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

"I suppose you wouldn't be interested in a repellant brew we students 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 windows 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 end 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 trading floor, but instead she led him down the small hallway to the finish 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 mass either, he tried to find a Holy Writ to describe it all and finally came up with one. Art.

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

"Interesting."

He walked over to a drawing, it seemed like she was interfering making a short film from the sketches she had laid out.

"That is for our finals, we have to mitt in a short film."

Dave nodded,

"Animation will look at 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.

"wellspring if you want I can help oneself you with that, I have a minuscule computer programme that links with editing computer program like Corel attracter or Photoshop. You just scan your picture into the program and it picks up the staple lines. You just take the stop that you want to animate and it can reanimate the figure for about two minutes."

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

He shrugged,

"Work regulations. Any work I bring out is sole rightfulness of the ship's 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 protest away,

"I want you to take in it ; I don't want to sell it to you."

He stood up,

"By the flavour 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 computer in one turning point, from the sleek lines he took it to be a gaming box.

"So you game ?"

She came to fend next to him,

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

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

"I guess gift from your parents ?"

She nodded,

"Yeah, was sort of a natal day present."

He smiled,

"That's a skillful gesture."

He moved over to a couch and sat down, stretching out his legs in front 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 grant me a predilection of the one you took a insect bite of ?"

She came over to him and without hesitancy straddled his lap, to say he was surprised would be an understatement. She leaned in and kissed him, her sass parted and her spit slipped into his back talk, then she broke the kiss and leaned back, a rosiness on her face, darkening the light chocolate-brown pelt slightly.


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

He could observe 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 null to complain about."

"Good."

She leaned in again, kissing him again, almost hungrily. He returned the kiss, only placing his helping hand on her back when she wrapped her arms around his cervix. The tongue stud she wore glided over his tongue ; she worked it around, clearly having a lot of experience with teasing with the stud. He could feel himself getting very excited as his mitt explored her lower rachis and slid over the fluent skin of her exposed back. When she finally pulled back, she was slightly out of breathing place and gave him a grin,

"So much better than my friends."

He smiled,

"Glad that I meet your approval."

She chuckled,

"Oh you met that at the club already."

She leaned forward again, looking into his eyes,

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

He arched an brow,

"Girls with piercings and tattoos ?"

She grinned,

"Coloured young lady you nut."

He smiled,

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

"goodness, because I'm fucking horny."

She silenced any reply with another kiss ; he could finger her manus sliding over his body, unbuttoning his shirt. She clearly wasn't a shy missy once you got her in the humor and boy was she in the mood. Any button that seemed a little resistive she just pulled off, her hands slid over his peel as her tongue fought his for ascendancy of each other's mouths. He slid his hands over her tail, squeezing them firmly, making her push her hips forward, her groin grinding against his and moaning into the candy kiss. She opened his shirt, pushing it open to run her hands over his pelt again, he was no tanned Hellenic god, but he was no slouch in the gym either and it seemed to have a very safe effect on her as she kept grinding her crotch against his hardening prick, the heating emanating from her and her rapid breathing testimony to her own arousal. She suddenly drew away from him, grabbing grasp of her top just above her hips and pulling it off over her head.

She had full hips, thin eye with a inflect tum, she obviously spent a great deal time working on herself as well, he stared as her breasts came into persuasion, full, round and swaying gently with her movements. He saw in puzzle 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 fingerbreadth over her corporation with it's silver belly ring, up to cup a breast in each deal, he looked up at her and smiled,

"Absolutely lovely."

She smiled back at him and gasped when he ran his fingers over her brown nipple, the rivet through them making them abide out proudly. He gently squeezed her tit, she moaned softly as he slowly kneaded her white meat, he leaned forward, running his spit over one nipple ; she pushed her finger into his fuzz arching her spine to proudly present 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 force back her state of nature as she groaned and her helping hand clenched at his hair.

After a lot of groaning and moaning in pleasure, she pushed his drumhead away from her bosom and leaned down to kiss him hungrily, without a watchword she got up from his lap, she undid her mini and slipped it off, revealing a sexy footling G-string, the grim blue stuff barely covered her pussy. Dave sat up, pulling off his shirt, then pulled out his place and socks, his jeans followed and left him in a visibly tented gray Boxer. She gave him a smile and stepped up to him, he smiled back at her, pulling her into his arms, his severe dick pushing up against her as they embraced, their sassing finding each other's. He cupped her naked buttocks, stroking them and squeezing firmly, making her moan into his sassing, he felt a manus slickness in between their bodies, pushing the top of his pugilist down over his shaft. Her gentle hired hand clasped his cock, not able to reach around, she started to glide her hand upwards to the tip, suddenly pulling back from the buss and looked down. She looked up at him with a grin,

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

He smiled,

"Thank you."

She gripped his packer and pulled it down, marvelling at his turncock 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 word, leaning in to puzzle out up some of the pre-cum escaping his hole.

"Mmm…"

She got to her feet, slipping the g-string over her hip and with a little slip sent it to the ground, he admired her smooth pussycat, it seemed so wet and inviting. She took his hand, seemed to point for a doorway, paused and then pulled him to the kitchen ; the kitchen was smashing, mostly built-in closet and counters, against an open constituent of the wall stood a table, she led him to this, first he wondered if she wanted for them to drink coffee. Instead she stopped at the tabular array 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 opening, he felt her mitt wrap around his cock, slowly running up and down his shaft. He placed his script on her lower back, holding her as they kissed and her hand slid up and down his spear. A smashed travelling bag on his shaft and her pulling on it, made him make a motion forward, he felt the tip of his cock making contact with her soft, wet backtalk. She rubbed the tip of his shaft over her wet backtalk, moaning as she teased herself with his throbbing hammer, she broke the kiss, looking up at him as she bit her lip and then slipped the tip of his stopcock into her pussycat. She moaned softly, letting go of his dig, resting her hand on his shoulder joint, he pushed forward slowly, feeling her body open up up for his obtuse intrusion and drawing a deep moan from her trunk as he eyes slowly closed.

He kept pushing deeper, sinking his cock trench into her body, he came to her cervix uteri, feeling her flinch slightly. He slowly withdrew, her muscles pulled at him and he slid forward again, entering her neck, making her cry out breathlessly. He slid further down her crocked kitty, feeling her groin merging his, he withdrew slowly and slue back in, making her moan with each drive. She held tightly on to him, her tit pushing up firmly against him as he pushed against her down back, keeping her close to the edge of the tabular array as he slowly worked his rooster inside of her, feeling her hot breath in his neck as she moaned deeply as he penetrated bass inside her. He started to pick up the yard, stroking faster, settling into a gentle rocking motion with his hips, feeling her kitty contracting around his stopcock as she seemed to moan continuously, holding on to him like he was a life documentation in the ocean.

He felt her smash dig into his skin, her breathing becoming erratic and her moaning increase in tempo, without warning a shriek erupted from her parted sass, her legs squeezing him tightly, her nails breaking his skin as her compressed pussy convulsed around his shaft, becoming almost vice-like in its travelling bag and he could finger her juice forced past the crocked fit of her sassing around his shaft. It took her various import to slow down again, yet her body kept shivering in orgasmic bliss, gasping for breath. She finally opened her optic and smiled up at him,

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

She giggled,

"come to think about it, you are the biggest affair 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 aegis with you ?"

He looked at her in incredulity,

"You think about that only now ?"

He smiled,

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

She seemed to crimson 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 chill and a balmy whimper escaped her lips as he slipped out. He went to his clothes and pulled out his wallet, he knew it was cliché to persuade a condom in the billfold for that"just in display case"present moment, but it did descend 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 John L. H. Down onto the mesa, she rested on her elbows, the back of her head resting against the paries, he kissed her neck, she moaned again. He kissed down to her knocker, sucking one tit into his mouth, then the other, she arched her back as his tongue played over the hard centre. He had to admit, he really loved her breasts, he slowly kissed down her body, tonguing her belly ring and then he went further. Her legs parting for him as he kissed further down her soundbox, his spit reaching out to taste her wet lips and motion picture over her clit, a groan escaping her lips as she shuddered in pleasure. He looked up at her as she looked down at him, he started to slowly lick her soft lips, dipping his glossa into her velvet folding and her centre closed as moan started to turn tail her body once again.

He loved his char being vocal and Tamsy was being very vocal, her moan and groan telling him more about her pleasure than any Bible would sustain told him. He ran his tongue over her clitoris, making her consistency shiver and then went on working his spit into her wet pussy, she seemed to savor the oral stimulation and he started wondering who the friends was who she had mentioned earlier. She moaned out his figure and he looked back up at her to regain her looking down at him,

"Please ? nookie me."

He stood up ; gripping his cock at the base he slid it into her pussy, pushing in as soon as her rim slid around his psyche, a meretricious 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 hammer deeper with each thrust. Her titty swayed and bounced with each thrust, she had her head tilted back, pressed against the bulwark, moaning with her eyes closed as her kitty quickly lubricated the prophylactic, saturating it as soon his jetty was just as wet as her own with her juices. He kept on thrusting oceanic abyss into her, moving faster than the start time, their groins slapping loudly together, the kitchen filled with her tatty moan, the slapping of their wet groins together and a odd desegregate olfaction of the robust aroma of burnt umber and their sex. This clip the riotous pace of his putz pistoning in and out of her mingy confines had his orgasm rapidly on the rising ; he just tried to declare back his impeding orgasm. It felt like he could not hold out any longer when she suddenly sat up, forcing herself to rest on her arms,

"Oh God, oh God, oh FUUUUCK !"

She grunted, clenching her teeth and a tacky scream flare-up from her lips as her pussy clamped down on his stopcock, this suited him just fine as he pushed hard against her, feeling his tool sliding even mysterious despite the resistance and he released his pent-up climax, throwing back his mind as it felt like his hammer had just exploded in an raiment of pleasure. When he finally came down from his orgasmic high, he found her still shuddering through her climax, eye still closed as she gasped for breathing spell. He was gasping for breath as well. It took her longer to recover this prison term and by the sentence she had opened her centre, he had caught his breath again. He leaned in to kiss her, she happily accepted his lingua and wrapped her implements of war around him, it took a prospicient time for the kiss to break and he slowly slid his softening cock from her. She leaned back onto her subdivision, looking at him,

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

He disposed of the condom in her ashbin 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 eyebrows,

"Oh ?"

She laughed,

"Hey every lady friend wants a man to fend 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 gladiolus 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 grin, 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 mesa,

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

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 good guy."

He hugged her back,

"I do my best."

She briefly laid her straits on his chest,

"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 wing, getting into his car he let out a breath, now that was something else. He grinned, well now his ally could not wait at him as the outcast anymore, he now had experienced sex with a daughter of a unlike race. In fact judging from the girls they have slept with, he just had sex with the raging one, in fact he felt like the King, he laughed at his thoughts,

"Yeah Dave, you're being silly."

He started the car and drove off .