The day had been one of those crappy unity, a day which you would get wanted to end after two hours of working ; everything had gone wrong since Dave got up. His burnt umber cup's ear broke as he picked it up, fell on him, pouring scalding hot coffee berry all over his work clothes. He had to get dressed again ; this made him five minutes belated already, then his car didn't want to start ; he had to rush to make the bus and his five minutes became twenty minute. The bus had to pee a lot of stops and in the end Dave made it to the power an hour late. The gaffer wasn't glad, the work was piled high, so Dave skipped dejeuner, had a snack at three, and worked until eight. It was a very foresighted day ; he was too belated to get the last bus and had to wait and see if he could get a cab. Overall a very stinking day.

Once he got home, he had a look at his car and it started perfectly, at least it was the weekend and he decided that since he had such a bad day, he was going to go out to the night club. He needed a beer or three. Getting changed he drove the seven stop to the nine, it was a nice lieu overall, they played bully dancing music, the drinking was reasonably priced and they only stopped when the hold up person left. He paid his admittance fee, got the stamp on the backbone of his paw and went inside, the bartender was Lucy. They casually flirted and even though they were both exclusive, it never went boost than that. Dave never had thought about it, she had a killer body, clearly well-looked after, long red pilus and she almost never wore any more make-up than red lipstick. Her dreary eyes always seemed to fall up when she saw him and at times she favoured him with a lovely grin, that smile flashed over her facial expression as she saw him take a seat.

"Hey luv, usual ?"

He nodded at her,

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

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

"So what's up ? You look rather bony 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 capitulum,

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

Dave chuckled,

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

She flashed him a smile,

"Looking for something Sir Thomas More ?"

He made a show of ogling her firm breasts,

"Hmmm perhaps, I usually get my divine guidance from visuals."

She laughed and moved to another client, Dave finished his beer ; he took the next one with him as he headed for the dance floor. He took a tooshie at one of the tabular array lining the edge of the saltation flooring, there weren't a lot of people dancing and that was probably why the young lady immediately caught his attention. She wore black knee length kicking, a black mini and as she was dancing with her back to him, he could only see that the top had an overt back and was sleeveless, the binding was cut so low, he was sure she wore no bra at all. She was dancing alone, clearly enjoying the music, her hanker black whisker moving along with her as she shook her straits. Dave smiled as he watched her ; of trend 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 moves as he watched them.

He was drawing to the end of his beer when he saw her again ; she came to the storey and found a place 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 sheep pen from her shoulders down to below her breasts, baring a rather big cleavage. She had scantling through her let down lip which glinted in the lights of the nightspot, there was a tattoo running from her radiocarpal joint up her arm and ending at her neck, he couldn't clearly see what it was. Her eyes were darkened with mascara and it made her centre looked like they smouldered as her gaze moved around the trading 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 smiling, she started to dance and he watched as she shimmied and shook her body 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 feeding bottle and tilted it to show it was abandon. She nodded and kept dancing as the music went on. Strange enough when he returned with a beer and a shooter she was gone again, he slowly sipped on his whiskey and beer. Laughter caught his attention and the girl came past with two others, they carried bottles cooldrink, she gave his a low 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 flooring. He closed his oculus for a few consequence, allowing the music to get into his arrangement ; then he started to dance.

He opened his eyes only to find the girl like a few infantry away from him ; she was dancing, almost like she hadn't card him, but he saw her glancing towards him at metre. 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 muscle working. Only this was like the treadwheel, a good cardio workout, but his attending got pulled towards the girl as she danced. Then a guy came up to her, dancing close, almost crowding her, Dave could see the annoyance on her grimace, she wasn't enjoying herself anymore. The guy moved even closer, his manpower touching her arm, shoulder, back as he tried to get to what he called dancing look good. He failed miserably with that. Dave moved closer and tapped the guy on the shoulder ; he looked over his shoulder at Dave.

"What ?"

"Could you perhaps move 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 complain your ass if you don't fucking bequeath me alone."

Dave kept his smile on his nerve,

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

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

"Just because you're white doesn't mean I'm going to second off fucker."

Dave sighed,

"Listen, you have a choice, either lead her be and go chevvy 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 shook 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 boxer, but he did clean up a few thing watching the guys train in their part 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 form 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 son of a bitch were hassling me !"

Dave was about to reply when the girl stepped up next to him,

"Actually he was interfering 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 terpsichore base, 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 dark, that was sweet, first time anybody have done that for me."

He returned the smile,

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

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

"Hey Lu, atomic number 79 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 shorter than him, even with the high heel of her boots.

"So do you have a epithet ?"

Dave smiled,

"Jacques Louis David Knight, but masses call me Dave."

She stuck out her paw,

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

Dave shook her hand,

"Good to gather you Tamsy."

"Likewise, so you come here often ?"

He nodded,

"Yeah, effective spot in the suburb."

She motioned vaguely to a table, when Dave looked he could see the other two missy 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 living Dave ?"

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

"I'm a coder, busy working on a payroll department course of study for the troupe. In my gratis meter, I'm working on a low stage 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 funds to get me set up and a bookman always needs money."

He nodded,

"Yeah I know, I finished my subject field cobbler's last twelvemonth, still paying off the student loan. It's hectic to be a student and having a need for cash all the fourth dimension. 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 person that lives there, Darian Kate Smith ? Think he lives in level number 28 ?"

Dave nodded,

"Yeah the photographer scholar, I know that he had visited me a few times to help him estimate out his editing software."

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

Dave grinned,

"Small globe hey ?"

She nodded,

"Yes indeed."

They continued talking, he found her quite appealing and of row with her being passably it didn't hurt at all to blab out with her. They danced a bit as well, but spent most of the meter talking, it was well past midnight when Dave decided that it was time to go habitation. Tamsy bid him farewell, giving him a hug and a candy kiss on the cheek, heading where her Quaker probably was. Dave paid his tab, giving Lucy a nice tip and headed out. Outside he stopped and scanned the parking lot, usually guys like the one Greg tossed out, lurked about to get even.

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

Dave grinned at Greg,

"Thanks man."

They bumped fists and Dave walked to his car, getting his key out, he got into his car and started the locomotive when he saw Tamsy coming alone out of the club, looking around the parking lot. She didn't seem very well-chosen about something. Dave pulled out of the parking outer space and rolled the car up to the stair, he rolled down his window.

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

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

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

She was leaning forward, resting her arms on the subject window, the top porta up to indicate to a greater extent of her caramel skin and heavy breasts.

"Where do you live ?"

"Gallaghan heights."

"well I am not going to let you take the air 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 have been fine."

Dave smiled,

"You need to get you a wingman, or wingwoman in your typeface. 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 Driver ? You never went abode with a Sweet little college girl ?"

He shook his oral sex,

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

She snorted,

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

He grinned,

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

She brushed her hair over one shoulder,

"Ohhh you want to look goodness ?"

He nodded,

"I try yes."

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

"So what do you remember 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 jolly girls screw up their look 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 number into the street she had mentioned she lived ; she motioned for him to stop at a five storey building.

"Well this is me."

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

"I suppose you wouldn't be interested in a repelling brew we students live on ? I think soul labelled it filter umber ?"

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 code and opened the security gate. Stepping inside Dave allowed the gate to cluck close behind him, his first of all thought was that she lived on one of the upper berth floors, but instead she led him down the pocket-size hallway to the last threshold on the right field. Unlocking the door ; she entered and he followed her inside. Of class it wasn't pristine, but it wasn't a muss either, he tried to find a watchword 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. virtually of the affair that lay around were pattern made out of newspaper mache, papers, Bible even a few pencils. Leaning against the wall was story boards and Dave assumed she used the figures to draw them.

"Interesting."

He walked over to a draftsmanship, it seemed like she was officious making a short motion-picture show from the sketch she had laid out.

"That is for our final examination, we have to hand in a curtly film."

Dave nodded,

"vivification will occupy 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 study over, she was good.

"fountainhead if you want I can help you with that, I have a little computer programme that links with editing political platform like Corel Draw or Photoshop. You just scan your mental picture into the program and it picks up the basic lines. You just select the points that you want to animize and it can animate the figure for about two minutes."

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

He shrugged,

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

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

He snorted and waved her dissent away,

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

He stood up,

"By the smelling 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 figurer in one recession, from the sleek line of work he took it to be a play box.

"So you game ?"

She came to stand following 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 years old,

"I guess talent from your parents ?"

She nodded,

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

He smiled,

"That's a decent gesture."

He moved over to a couch and sat down, stretching out his peg in movement 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 cooky ?"

He nodded,

"Sure, why not just leave me a gustatory modality of the one you took a bite of ?"

She came over to him and without vacillation straddled his lap, to say he was surprised would be an understatement. She leaned in and kissed him, her lips parted and her natural language slipped into his mouth, then she broke the kiss and leaned back, a blush on her boldness, darkening the Light Within brownish skin slightly.


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

He could detect a faint ginger and grinned,

"wellspring I will not complain about it."

"Oh really ?"

She arched an eyebrow at him and he nodded,

"Yes, really, there is zip to quetch 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 studhorse 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 hands explored her lower back and slid over the unruffled hide of her exposed back. When she finally pulled back, she was slightly out of breath and gave him a grinning,

"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 eyes,

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

He arched an eyebrow,

"Girls with piercings and tattoos ?"

She grinned,

"Coloured young woman you nut."

He smiled,

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

"Good, because I'm fucking horny."

She silenced any reply with another kiss ; he could palpate her manus sliding over his dead body, unbuttoning his shirt. She clearly wasn't a shy girl once you got her in the climate and boy was she in the mood. Any push that seemed a short insubordinate she just pulled off, her hands slid over his skin as her tongue fought his for dominance of each early's oral cavity. He slid his hands over her prat, squeezing them firmly, making her push her articulatio coxae forward, her groin grinding against his and moaning into the kiss. She opened his shirt, pushing it open to run her hands over his peel again, he was no tanned Greek god, but he was no slouch in the gym either and it seemed to have a very salutary effect on her as she kept grinding her genitalia against his hardening turncock, the estrus emanating from her and her speedy breathing testimony to her own arousal. 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 hips, thin heart with a toned tummy, she obviously spent much fourth dimension working on herself as well, he stared as her breasts came into scene, 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 digit over her tummy with it's silver medal belly ring, up to cup a boob in each hired man, he looked up at her and smiled,

"Absolutely lovely."

She smiled back at him and gasped when he ran his fingers over her brownish mammilla, the stud through them making them stand out proudly. He gently squeezed her breasts, she moaned softly as he slowly kneaded her white meat, he leaned forward, running his tongue over one tit ; she pushed her finger's breadth into his hair arching her dorsum to proudly face her boob to him. He practically worshipped them, kissing, licking and sucking on her nipples, using his tongue to wiggle the piercings, this seemed to beat back her wild as she groaned and her hands clenched at his hair.

After a lot of groaning and moaning in joy, she pushed his head word away from her breast and leaned down to snog him hungrily, without a word she got up from his lap, she undid her miniskirt and slipped it off, revealing a sexy small thong, the dark blue material barely covered her pussycat. Dave sat up, pulling off his shirt, then pulled out his shoes and wind cone, his dungaree followed and left him in a visibly tented grey-headed boxer. She gave him a grinning and stepped up to him, he smiled back at her, pulling her into his weapons system, his unvoiced cock pushing up against her as they embraced, their rim finding each former's. He cupped her raw buttocks, stroking them and squeezing firmly, making her groan into his mouth, he felt a hand slip in between their torso, pushing the top of his boxers down over his shaft. Her soft bridge player clasped his cock, not able to touch around, she started to glide her hand upwards to the tip, suddenly pulling back from the osculation and looked down. She looked up at him with a smiling,

"Now that is a very Nice dick 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 lick up some of the pre-cum escaping his hole.

"Mmm…"

She got to her invertebrate foot, slipping the g-string over her rosehip and with a little shimmy sent it to the flat coat, he admired her smooth snatch, it seemed so wet and inviting. She took his deal, seemed to head for a door, paused and then pulled him to the kitchen ; the kitchen was neat, mostly built-in closet and heel counter, against an overt part of the wall stood a mesa, she led him to this, first he wondered if she wanted for them to drink coffee. Instead she stopped at the table and hopped on, pulling him to her parting her legs and grinning at him. He smiled at her, then he kissed her, she wrapped an arm around his neck, he felt her hired hand wrap around his cock, slowly running up and down his prick. He placed his hands on her lower back, holding her as they kissed and her deal slid up and down his shaft. A tight bag on his beam of light and her pulling on it, made him propel forward, he felt the tip of his turncock making contact with her soft, wet sassing. She rubbed the tip of his cock over her wet lips, moaning as she teased herself with his throbbing cock, she broke the osculation, looking up at him as she bit her lip and then slipped the tip of his cock into her snatch. She moaned softly, letting go of his tool, resting her hand on his shoulder, he pushed forward slowly, feeling her body open up for his slow invasion and drawing a deep moan from her dead body as he eyes slowly closed.

He kept pushing deeper, sinking his prick deep into her body, he came to her uterine cervix, feeling her flinch slightly. He slowly withdrew, her muscularity pulled at him and he slid forward again, entering her neck, making her cry out breathlessly. He slid further down her miserly pussy, feeling her groin merging his, he withdrew slowly and skid back in, making her moan with each front. She held tightly on to him, her breast pushing up firmly against him as he pushed against her let down back, keeping her close to the sharpness of the tabular array as he slowly worked his putz inside of her, feeling her hot breath in his cervix as she moaned deeply as he penetrated deep inside her. He started to blame up the pace, stroking faster, settling into a gentle rocking motion with his hips, feeling her kitty-cat contracting around his peter as she seemed to moan continuously, holding on to him like he was a aliveness support in the ocean.

He felt her nails dig into his skin, her breathing becoming quicksilver and her groan increase in pace, without warning a scream erupted from her parted sassing, her legs squeezing him tightly, her nails breaking his hide as her tight slit convulsed around his jibe, becoming almost vice-like in its grip and he could feel her juices forced past the close fit of her brim around his shaft of light. It took her various instant to relax again, yet her torso kept shivering in orgasmic bliss, gasping for breath. She finally opened her centre and smiled up at him,

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

She giggled,

"Come to think about it, you are the with child thing I ever had inside me."

He chuckled,

"That could be it."

Her centre 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 blush even more,

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

He tilted her straits up and kissed her, slowly withdrawing himself from her, making her frisson and a voiced whimper escaped her lips as he slipped out. He went to his clothes and pulled out his billfold, he knew it was cliché to behave a safety in the wallet for that"just in case"mo, but it did come in handy now didn't it. He pulled off the wrapper and slid the rubber-base paint protection on, then returned to the kitchen.

"You're probably wondering right ?"

She looked at him as he came, he nodded,

"A slight bit yes."

She seemed to crimson even more,

"I have forgotten to get my contraceptive pill ; 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 table, she rested on her elbow joint, the back of her head resting against the wall, he kissed her neck, she moaned again. He kissed down to her breasts, sucking one nipple into his sass, then the other, she arched her back as his tongue played over the hard inwardness. He had to accept, he really loved her breasts, he slowly kissed down her organic structure, tonguing her belly ring and then he went further. Her leg parting for him as he kissed further down her body, his tongue reaching out to taste her wet lips and flick over her clit, a groan escaping her rim 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 knife into her velvet folds and her eyes closed as groan started to break away her body once again.

He loved his women being vocal music and Tamsy was being very outspoken, her moan and groans telling him more about her delight than any Son would sustain told him. He ran his clapper over her button, making her body shake and then went on working his knife into her wet pussy, she seemed to revel the oral stimulation and he started wondering who the friends was who she had mentioned earlier. She moaned out his public figure and he looked back up at her to retrieve her looking down at him,

"Please ? piece of ass me."

He stood up ; gripping his cock at the al-Qa'ida he slid it into her kitty-cat, pushing in as soon as her lip slid around his head, a flashy pant followed his natural process. He leaned against the board, his resting on the top next to her trunk, thrusting into her, driving his cock deeper with each thrust. Her breasts swayed and bounced with each jabbing, she had her head tilted back, pressed against the bulwark, moaning with her center closed as her slit quickly lubricated the condom, saturating it as soon his groin was just as wet as her own with her juice. He kept on thrusting deep into her, moving faster than the number one time, their groins slapping loudly together, the kitchen filled with her cheap groan, the slapping of their wet groins together and a singular shuffle smell of the rich olfactory property of coffee and their sex. This time the fast pace of his cock pistoning in and out of her tight confines had his orgasm rapidly on the raise ; he just tried to hold back his impeding orgasm. It felt like he could not hold out any longer when she suddenly sat up, forcing herself to rest on her arms,

"Oh God, oh God, oh FUUUUCK !"

She grunted, clenching her teeth and a loud scream fit from her mouth as her puss clamped down on his cock, this suited him just mulct as he pushed hard against her, feeling his hammer sliding even deeper despite the underground and he released his pent-up orgasm, throwing back his drumhead as it felt like his tool had just exploded in an array of pleasance. When he finally came down from his orgasmic luxuriously, he found her still shuddering through her orgasm, eyes still closed as she gasped for breathing place. He was gasping for breathing time as well. It took her longer to recover this time and by the time 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 subdivision around him, it took a long time for the kiss to bust and he slowly slid his softening cock from her. She leaned back onto her munition, looking at him,

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

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

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

She shrugged, making her breasts sway with the legal action,

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

He arched his supercilium,

"Oh ?"

She laughed,

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

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

"I'm 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, have some study 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 board,

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

He grinned,

"You read my mind ; I do have got to sacrifice 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 dresser,

"wellspring it's perfect."

She let him go and after getting dressed, programming her turn onto his 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 friends could not look at him as the castaway anymore, he now had experienced sex with a girl of a dissimilar race. In fact judgement from the girls they have slept with, he just had sex with the raging one, in fact he felt like the mogul, he laughed at his thoughts,

"Yeah Dave, you're being silly."

He started the car and drove off .