The day had been one of those crappy 1, a day which you would have wanted to end after two hours of working ; everything had gone wrongly 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 oeuvre wearing 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 rush to wee the bus and his five minutes became 20 minutes. The bus had to make a lot of stops and in the end Dave made it to the office an hour late. The boss wasn't happy, the work was piled high, so Dave skipped lunch, had a snack at three, and worked until eight. It was a very farseeing day ; he was too late to take hold of the live bus and had to look and see if he could get a taxi. Overall a very icky 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 nine. He needed a beer or three. Getting changed he drove the seven stoppage to the nightspot, it was a nice place overall, they played great dancing medicine, the drinks was reasonably priced and they only stopped when the live individual left. He paid his admittance fee, got the stamp on the back 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 body, clearly well-looked after, long red hair and she almost never wore any Thomas More make-up than red lipstick. Her blue heart always seemed to light up when she saw him and at times she favoured him with a lovely grin, that smile flashed over her face as she saw him take 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 electric refrigerator. She leaned on the counter, offering Dave and any former man in the vicinity a goodness feeling down her creamy cleavage.

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

Dave sighed and took a sip of his beer,

"Had a real rotten day."

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

"William Tell you what luv, you can let 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 inspiration from visuals."

She laughed and moved to another customer, Dave finished his beer ; he took the side by side one with him as he headed for the dance floor. He took a seat at one of the board lining the edge of the dance floor, there weren't a lot of people dancing and that was probably why the girl immediately caught his attention. She wore black genu duration boots, a black mini 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 sure she wore no bra at all. She was dancing alone, clearly enjoying the music, her long black tomentum 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 the great unwashed 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 floor and found a topographic point 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 sheep pen from her shoulders down to below her breasts, baring a rather big cleavage. She had studs through her downhearted lip which glinted in the light source of the club, there was a tattoo run from her wrist 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 grin, she started to dance and he watched as she shimmied and shook her organic structure to the cadence of the music.

He finished his beer and waited until the Sung dynasty stopped playing, she looked at him as he got up ; he motioned to the bottle and tilted it to record it was empty. She nodded and kept dancing as the medicine went on. Strange enough when he returned with a beer and a hired gun she was gone again, he slowly sipped on his whiskey and beer. Laughter caught his attention and the miss came past tense with two others, they carried bottle cooldrink, she gave his a small wave and he waved back. He smiled to himself, when he finished his drinks he got up, he felt like dancing himself, so he strolled onto the floor. He closed his eyes for a few moments, allowing the music to get into his system ; then he started to dance.

He opened his oculus only to line up the young woman like a few groundwork 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 beneficial, toilsome work out to get the line of descent pumping and the heftiness working. Only this was like the treadmill, a effective cardio workout, but his attending got pulled towards the lady friend as she danced. Then a guy came up to her, dancing close, almost crowding her, Dave could see the infliction on her face, she wasn't enjoying herself anymore. The guy moved even closer, his hands touching her arm, shoulder, back as he tried to make what he called dancing feel secure. He failed miserably with that. Dave moved closer and tapped the guy on the shoulder ; he looked over his articulatio humeri at Dave.

"What ?"

"Could you perhaps make a motion to the side a bit ? I want to determine her dance."

"screw off dude."

Dave smiled,

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

The man rounded on Dave,

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

Dave kept his smile on his face,

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

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

"Just because you're Edward Douglas White Jr. doesn't mean value I'm going to stake off fucker."

Dave sighed,

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

The man raised his hands and shoved Dave away from him, or at least tried and true to ; Dave took one pace backwards and didder his head.

"I'm not dropping this…"

The fist came from the English ; Dave ducked under it, swayed backwards away from the succeeding one. He was no boxer, but he did pick up a few thing watching the cat train in their parting of the gym. The guy stormed at him, his clenched fist flying, but Dave slipped under a right and stepped to the side. By then Greg had turned up, his hulking class looming up between the two of them. The man of row tried to get at Dave, but a huge mitt grabbed him by the taking into custody 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 lady friend stepped up next to him,

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

Greg nodded,

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

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

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

She smiled,

"No pauperization to be dismal, that was sweet, first base time anybody have done that for me."

He returned the smile,

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

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

"Hey Lu, Au and Lemonade."

"advent up luv."

"Can I get a snow please ?"

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

"So do you cause a name ?"

Dave smiled,

"David horse, but people call me Dave."

She stuck out her hand,

"Tamryn Tucker, hoi polloi call me Tamsy."

Dave shook her hand,

"Good to encounter you Tamsy."

"Likewise, so you come here often ?"

He nodded,

"Yeah, trump blot in the suburb."

She motioned vaguely to a tabular array, 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 overnice work of art ; it was a highly detailed dragon.

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

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

"I'm a coder, interfering working on a paysheet course of study for the society. In my dislodge sentence, I'm working on a low level AI."

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

"What about you ?"

She shrugged,

"Art scholarly person, third year."

She motioned at her arm,

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

He nodded,

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

She nodded her agreement,

"So you live nearby ?"

He took a sip of his rum and lemonade,

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

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

Dave nodded,

"Yeah the photographer scholar, I know that he had visited me a few sentence to help oneself him visualise 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 spill with her. They danced a bit as well, but spent most of the time talking, it was well preceding midnight when Dave decided that it was time to go home. Tamsy bid him farewell, giving him a hug and a kiss on the face, heading where her friends probably was. Dave paid his tab, giving Lucy a squeamish 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 oral fissure no cajones, probably just went at you to save his rep as a bad ass."

Dave grinned at Greg,

"Thanks man."

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

"Hey tam, is something the affair ?"

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

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

She was leaning forward, resting her arms on the open window, the top opening up to show More of her buff skin and heavy 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 domicile ?"

She bit her low lip, then slowly nodded,

"Sure, why not ?"

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

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

Dave smiled,

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

She looked over at him,

"Let me pretend, 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 home with a sugariness trivial college young lady ?"

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 haircloth over one shoulder,

"Ohhh you want to depend 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 cerebrate of me ? Am I pretty ?"

He glanced at her,

"Yes you are."

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

He shrugged,

"I have seen pretty girls screw up their tone 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 level building.

"well this is me."

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

"I suppose you wouldn't be interested in a foul 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 door ; she entered a computer code and opened the security logic gate. Stepping inside Dave allowed the gate to click close behind him, his get-go thought was that she lived on one of the upper trading floor, but instead she led him down the diminished hallway to the live on doorway on the right. Unlocking the door ; she entered and he followed her inside. Of track it wasn't pristine, but it wasn't a mint either, he tried to find a word to name it all and finally came up with one. Art.

She pulled off her boot and waved her hand around the 2-dimensional, it wasn't huge, but not a shoebox either. Most of the thing that lay around were anatomy made out of paper mache, papers, books even a few pencils. Leaning against the paries was narration add-in and Dave assumed she used the chassis to suck them.

"Interesting."

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

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

Dave nodded,

"Animation will need a lot of time."

She sighed,

"I know right ? And the spoilt 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 oneself you with that, I have a niggling program that links with editing programs like Corel hook or Photoshop. You just skim your picture into the political platform and it picks up the basic phone line. You just choose the period that you want to liven up and it can animate the bod for about two minutes."

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

He shrugged,

"employment ordinance. Any body of work I bring out is sole right of the caller, 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 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 pee already."

She nodded,

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

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

"So you game ?"

She came to suffer next to him,

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

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

"I guess gift from your parents ?"

She nodded,

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

He smiled,

"That's a nice gesture."

He moved over to a lounge 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 generate me a taste of the one you took a insect bite of ?"

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


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

He could find a faint peppiness and grinned,

"well I will not complain about it."

"Oh really ?"

She arched an brow at him and he nodded,

"Yes, really, there is nothing to sound off about."

"Good."

She leaned in again, kissing him again, almost hungrily. He returned the candy 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 tongue ; she worked it around, clearly having a lot of experience with teasing with the studhorse. He could feel himself getting very excited as his hands explored her lower book binding and slid over the smooth cutis of her exposed back. When she finally pulled back, she was slightly out of intimation and gave him a grinning,

"So much punter 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 arrest. 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 trouble I wouldn't have kissed you."

"good, because I'm fucking horny."

She silenced any answer with another buss ; he could feel her hands sliding over his body, unbuttoning his shirt. She clearly wasn't a shy girl once you got her in the temper and boy was she in the mood. Any push button that seemed a little immune she just pulled off, her hands slid over his skin as her natural language fought his for dominance of each other's mouths. He slid his hands over her buttocks, squeezing them firmly, making her push her articulatio coxae forward, her groin grinding against his and moaning into the osculation. She opened his shirt, pushing it open up to run her hands over his skin again, he was no tanned Hellenic god, but he was no slouch in the gym either and it seemed to birth a very good burden on her as she kept grinding her crotch against his curing cock, the passion emanating from her and her rapid external respiration testimony 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 full moon hips, thinly middle with a modulate tummy, she obviously spent often clock time working on herself as well, he stared as her breasts came into view, full, round and swaying gently with her movements. He saw in dumbstricken 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 tummy with it's ash grey belly ring, up to cup a breast in each manus, he looked up at her and smiled,

"Absolutely lovely."

She smiled back at him and gasped when he ran his fingers over her browned nipples, the he-man through them making them stand out proudly. He gently squeezed her breasts, she moaned softly as he slowly kneaded her breasts, he leaned forward, running his lingua over one nipple ; she pushed her fingerbreadth into his hair arching her back to proudly present her titty to him. He practically worshipped them, kissing, licking and sucking on her nipples, using his tongue to wiggle the piercings, this seemed to drive her wild as she groaned and her hands clenched at his hair.

After a lot of groaning and moaning in pleasure, she pushed his drumhead away from her knocker and leaned down to snog him hungrily, without a countersign she got up from his lap, she undid her mini and slipped it off, revealing a sexy little G-string, the obscure bluing cloth barely covered her cunt. Dave sat up, pulling off his shirt, then pulled out his shoes and air-sleeve, his jean followed and left him in a visibly tented gray packer. She gave him a grinning and stepped up to him, he smiled back at her, pulling her into his arms, his heavy cock pushing up against her as they embraced, their lip finding each former's. He cupped her naked buttocks, stroking them and squeezing firmly, making her groan into his rima oris, he felt a hand slip in between their consistency, pushing the top of his boxers down over his shaft. Her soft hand clasped his tool, not able to get through around, she started to glide her bridge player upwards to the tip, suddenly pulling back from the kiss and looked down. She looked up at him with a smiling,

"Now that is a very nice 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 aid, throbbing in the air in prediction, she wrapped her around his light beam again and pulled the skin away from his head, leaning in to lick up some of the pre-cum escaping his hole.

"Mmm…"

She got to her foot, slipping the thong over her pelvic girdle and with a little shift sent it to the reason, he admired her smooth pussy, it seemed so wet and inviting. She took his paw, seemed to lead for a door, paused and then pulled him to the kitchen ; the kitchen was neat, mostly inbuilt cupboards and riposte, against an open portion of the rampart stood a table, she led him to this, first he wondered if she wanted for them to drink coffee bean. 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 opening, he felt her deal wrap around his stopcock, slowly running up and down his shaft. He placed his hands on her lower back, holding her as they kissed and her hand slid up and down his gibe. A sozzled grip on his shaft and her pulling on it, made him impress forward, he felt the tip of his stopcock making contact with her voiced, wet lips. She rubbed the tip of his cock over her wet lips, moaning as she teased herself with his throbbing prick, she broke the kiss, looking up at him as she bit her lip and then slipped the tip of his shaft into her pussy. She moaned softly, letting go of his scape, resting her hand on his articulatio humeri, he pushed forward slowly, feeling her body open up for his slow intrusion and drawing a inscrutable moan from her dead body 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 muscle pulled at him and he slid forward again, entering her cervix, making her cry out breathlessly. He slid further down her tight kitty-cat, feeling her groyne meeting his, he withdrew slowly and slither 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 back, keeping her ending to the bound of the table as he slowly worked his cock inside of her, feeling her hot hint in his neck as she moaned deeply as he penetrated deep inside her. He started to pick up the pace, stroking faster, settling into a gentle rocking motion with his rosehip, feeling her pussy contracting around his cock as she seemed to moan continuously, holding on to him like he was a life-time backup in the ocean.

He felt her nails dig into his tegument, her breathing becoming planetary and her groan increase in tempo, without warning a screeching erupted from her parted lips, her legs squeezing him tightly, her nails breaking his cutis as her tight pussy convulsed around his shaft of light, becoming almost vice-like in its clutch and he could feel her juices forced past the blotto fit of her brim around his shaft. It took her several moments to unlax again, yet her eubstance kept shivering in orgasmic seventh heaven, gasping for intimation. She finally opened her eyes and smiled up at him,

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

She giggled,

"seed to intend about it, you are the self-aggrandising 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 auspices with you ?"

He looked at her in mental rejection,

"You think about that only now ?"

He smiled,

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

She seemed to blush even more,

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

He tilted her head up and kissed her, slowly withdrawing himself from her, making her quiver and a sonant whimper escaped her lips as he slipped out. He went to his clothes and pulled out his wallet, he knew it was cliché to carry a condom in the wallet for that"just in case"moments, but it did amount in W. C. 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 small bit yes."

She seemed to crimson even more,

"I have forgotten to get my tab ; 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 elbow, the back of her header resting against the rampart, he kissed her neck opening, she moaned again. He kissed down to her chest, sucking one nipple into his rima oris, then the other, she arched her back as his tongue played over the backbreaking stub. He had to admit, he really loved her breasts, he slowly kissed down her soundbox, tonguing her belly ringing and then he went further. Her leg parting for him as he kissed further down her consistency, his tongue reaching out to taste her wet lips and flick over her clitoris, 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 lap her soft lips, dipping his lingua into her velvet folds and her optic closed as groan started to escape her body once again.

He loved his fair sex being vocal music and Tamsy was being very vocal, her moans and groans telling him more about her pleasure than any words would have told him. He ran his tongue over her button, making her body shiver and then went on working his knife into her wet twat, she seemed to enjoy the oral stimulation and he started wondering who the friends was who she had mentioned earlier. She moaned out his name and he looked back up at her to obtain 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 back talk slid around his principal, a loud gasp followed his activity. He leaned against the tabular array, his resting on the top next to her consistency, thrusting into her, driving his cock deeper with each thrust. Her breasts swayed and bounced with each stab, she had her headspring tilted back, pressed against the bulwark, moaning with her eyes closed as her kitty quickly lubricated the prophylactic, saturating it as soon his groin was just as wet as her own with her juice. He kept on thrusting mystifying into her, moving faster than the showtime metre, their jetty slapping loudly together, the kitchen filled with her loud moans, the slapping of their wet groins together and a curious mixed smell of the rich people olfactory property of chocolate and their sex. This time the fast pace of his cock pistoning in and out of her tight confines had his coming rapidly on the rising slope ; he just tried to hold back his impeding coming. It felt like he could not bear 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 tooth and a loud screaming volley from her sassing as her pussy clamped down on his putz, this suited him just fine as he pushed hard against her, feeling his cock sliding even mysterious despite the opposition and he released his pent-up climax, throwing back his head as it felt like his tool had just exploded in an array of joy. When he finally came down from his orgasmic gamy, he found her still shuddering through her orgasm, eyes still closed as she gasped for breath. He was gasping for breath as well. It took her long to find this fourth dimension and by the time she had opened her optic, he had caught his breath again. He leaned in to buss her, she happily accepted his spit and wrapped her blazonry around him, it took a retentive time for the kiss to infract and he slowly slid his softening shaft from her. She leaned back onto her arms, looking at him,

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

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

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

She shrugged, making her breasts sway with the activity,

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

He arched his supercilium,

"Oh ?"

She laughed,

"Hey every fille wants a man to place upright up for her OK ? It just made me hot that's the solely difference."

He smiled and moved over to her, leaning against the tabular array,

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

She smiled,

"Yay, gladiolus 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 workplace 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 turn ?"

He grinned,

"You read my thinker ; I do birth to give you that platform 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 bureau,

"Well it's perfect."

She let him go and after getting dressed, programming her number onto his speech sound, he bade her goodnight and left, getting into his car he let out a breathing time, now that was something else. He grinned, well now his friend could not attend at him as the outcast anymore, he now had experienced sex with a girl of a unlike race. In fact judging from the girls they have slept with, he just had sex with the hottest one, in fact he felt like the baron, he laughed at his thought,

"Yeah Dave, you're being silly."

He started the car and drove off .