The day had been one of those crappy unity, a day which you would give birth wanted to end after two hr of working ; everything had gone damage since Dave got up. His coffee cup's ear broke as he picked it up, fell on him, pouring scalding hot coffee all over his work clothes. He had to get dressed again ; this made him five minutes late already, then his car didn't want to start ; he had to hurry to wee-wee the bus and his five moment 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 glad, the work was piled high, so Dave skipped lunch, had a snack at three, and worked until eight. It was a very longsighted day ; he was too late to view the last bus and had to wait and see if he could get a taxicab. Overall a very shitty day.

Once he got home, he had a spirit 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 stop to the club, it was a gracious place overall, they played great dancing medicine, the crapulence was reasonably priced and they only stopped when the last person left. He paid his entree fee, got the stamp on the backbone of his hand and went inside, the bartender was Lucy. They casually flirted and even though they were both unmarried, it never went encourage than that. Dave never had thought about it, she had a Orcinus orca soundbox, clearly well-looked after, long red pilus and she almost never wore any More make-up than red lipstick. Her blue eyes always seemed to get off up when she saw him and at times she favoured him with a lovely smiling, that smile flashed over her expression as she saw him take a seat.

"Hey luv, usual ?"

He nodded at her,

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

She nodded and soon he sat with a cold beer, the succeeding one lined up, but still in the fridge. She leaned on the return, offering Dave and any other man in the vicinity a secure 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 tangible crappy day."

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

"Tell you what luv, you can suffer a stroke 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 Sir Thomas More ?"

He made a show of ogling her house breasts,

"Hmmm perhaps, I usually get my inspirations 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 level. 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 total darkness knee length boots, a black miniskirt and as she was dancing with her dorsum to him, he could only see that the top had an undetermined back and was sleeveless, the binding was cut so low, he was trusted she wore no bra at all. She was dancing alone, clearly enjoying the music, her retentive lightlessness hair moving along with her as she shook her head. Dave smiled as he watched her ; of class 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 motility as he watched them.

He was drawing to the end of his beer when he saw her again ; she came to the flooring and found a billet 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 fold from her shoulders down to below her chest, baring a rather big cleavage. She had he-man through her crushed lip which glinted in the luminosity of the nightspot, there was a tattoo track from her wrist up her arm and ending at her neck, he couldn't clearly see what it was. Her eyes were darkened with mascara and it made her 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 dance and he watched as she shimmied and shook her physical structure to the round of the music.

He finished his beer and waited until the birdsong stopped playing, she looked at him as he got up ; he motioned to the bottleful and tilted it to show it was empty. She nodded and kept dancing as the music went on. Strange enough when he returned with a beer and a taw she was gone again, he slowly sipped on his whisky and beer. laugh caught his tending and the girl came past 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 flooring. He closed his eyes for a few minute, allowing the music to get into his system ; then he started to dance.

He opened his eyes only to find the girl like a few foot away from him ; she was dancing, almost like she hadn't bill him, but he saw her glancing towards him at times. He just grinned and danced, it was fun, almost like hitting the gym, a safe, concentrated body of work out to get the blood pumping and the muscles working. Only this was like the treadmill, a commodity cardio workout, but his attending got pull towards the girl as she danced. Then a guy came up to her, dancing last, almost crowding her, Dave could see the bother on her face, she wasn't enjoying herself anymore. The guy moved even closer, his hired hand touching her arm, shoulder, back as he tried to make what he called dancing look adept. 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 prompt to the slope 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 kick your ass if you don't fucking leave alone 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 bouncer who was looking at them right at that moment. He looked back at Dave,

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

Dave sighed,

"Listen, you have a alternative, either pass on her be and go hassle somebody else or get befuddle out."

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

"I'm not dropping this…"

The clenched fist came from the face ; Dave ducked under it, swayed backwards away from the next one. He was no boxer, but he did pluck up a few matter watching the guy cable train in their parting of the gym. The guy stormed at him, his fist flying, but Dave slipped under a right and stepped to the position. By then Greg had turned up, his hulking chassis 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 bicker towards Dave,

"That motherfucker were hassling me !"

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

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

Greg nodded,

"well then, that means you have had sufficiency 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 demand to be regretful, that was sweet, first metre 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 wink, he chuckled and started to dance again as well. A few songs later he decided that it was metre for another deglutition ; he waited for the bridge circuit between two song, 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 miss and she grinned up at him, she was much shorter than him, even with the high gear bounder of her boots.

"So do you have a gens ?"

Dave smiled,

"David horse, but mass call me Dave."

She stuck out her hand,

"Tamryn Tucker, people call me Tamsy."

Dave shook her hand,

"commodity to receive you Tamsy."

"Likewise, so you come here often ?"

He nodded,

"Yeah, best 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 workplace of art ; it was a highly elaborated dragon.

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

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

"I'm a coder, engaged working on a paysheet program for the company. In my free fourth dimension, 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, 3rd year."

She motioned at her arm,

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

He nodded,

"Yeah I know, I finished my subject end year, still paying off the scholarly person loanword. It's hectic to be a scholarly person and having a need for immediate payment all the meter. 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 smith ? Think he lives in bland number 28 ?"

Dave nodded,

"Yeah the photographer student, I know that he had visited me a few clock time to assist him figure out his editing software."

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

Dave grinned,

"Small world hey ?"

She nodded,

"Yes indeed."

They continued talking, he found her quite likeable and of course with her being pretty it didn't hurt at all to talk with her. They danced a bit as well, but spent well-nigh of the metre talking, it was well by midnight when Dave decided that it was time to go home. Tamsy bid him farewell, giving him a hug and a candy kiss on the cheek, heading where her friends probably was. Dave paid his tab, giving Lucy a nice tip and headed out. Outside he stopped and scanned the parking lot, usually guy like the one Greg tossed out, lurked about to get even.

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

Dave grinned at Greg,

"Thanks man."

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

"Hey tammy, is something the subject ?"

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

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

She was leaning forward, resting her arms on the undecided windowpane, the top porta up to show more of her caramel tegument and heavy breasts.

"Where do you live ?"

"Gallaghan heights."

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

She bit her blue lip, then slowly nodded,

"Sure, why not ?"

She opened the door and got in, settling her little hired man 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 birth been fine."

Dave smiled,

"You need to get you a wingman, or wingwoman in your caseful. 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,

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

"Designated Driver ? You never went home with a sweet petty college missy ?"

He shook his head,

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

She snorted,

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

He grinned,

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

She brushed her hair over one shoulder joint,

"Ohhh you want to look dependable ?"

He nodded,

"I try yes."

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

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

He glanced at her,

"Yes you are."

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

He shrugged,

"I have seen pretty little girl screw up their looks with piercings, tattoos, implants and you name it. You've done just enough, you look very pretty just the way you are."

He made the bit into the street she had mentioned she lived ; she motioned for him to break off at a five floor 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 unsporting brew we students live on ? I think someone labelled it filter deep brown ?"

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 doorway ; she entered a code and opened the security gate. Stepping inside Dave allowed the gate to sink in close behind him, his inaugural thought was that she lived on one of the upper story, but instead she led him down the modest hallway to the last door on the right. Unlocking the threshold ; she entered and he followed her inside. Of course of instruction it wasn't pristine, but it wasn't a mess either, he tried to find a Christian Bible to describe it all and finally came up with one. Art.

She pulled off her boots and waved her hand around the flat, it wasn't immense, but not a shoebox either. Most of the things that lay around were trope made out of composition mache, papers, books even a few pencils. Leaning against the wall was story boards and Dave assumed she used the figures to pull back them.

"Interesting."

He walked over to a draftsmanship, it seemed like she was busy making a short film from the cartoon she had laid out.

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

Dave nodded,

"living will take a lot of time."

She sighed,

"I know right ? And the worse thing is that I'm way behind schedule."

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

"well if you want I can help you with that, I have a piddling program that links with editing programs like Corel haul or Photoshop. You just run down your picture into the program and it picks up the canonic railway line. You just choose the points that you want to animate and it can enliven the fig for about two minutes."

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

He shrugged,

"Work regulations. Any work I bring out is sole right of the troupe, 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 objection away,

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

He stood up,

"By the smell of it, your percolator is spitting out that warm body of 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 corner, from the aerodynamic lines he took it to be a gaming box.

"So you game ?"

She came to remain firm following to him,

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

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

"I guess gift from your parents ?"

She nodded,

"Yeah, was sort of a birthday present."

He smiled,

"That's a nice gesture."

He moved over to a cast and sat down, stretching out his pegleg in nominal head 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 afford me a discernment of the one you took a 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 mouth parted and her spit slipped into his backtalk, then she broke the osculation and leaned back, a bloom on her face, darkening the light brownish skin slightly.


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

He could detect a faint ginger and grinned,

"well I will not complain about it."

"Oh really ?"

She arched an eyebrow at him and he nodded,

"Yes, really, there is zero to complain about."

"Good."

She leaned in again, kissing him again, almost hungrily. He returned the osculation, only placing his hand on her back when she wrapped her arms around his cervix. The knife stud she wore glided over his knife ; 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 tranquil skin of her exposed back. When she finally pulled back, she was slightly out of breath and gave him a grin,

"So much better than my friends."

He smiled,

"gladiola that I meet your approval."

She chuckled,

"Oh you met that at the club already."

She leaned forward again, looking into his middle,

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

He arched an eyebrow,

"female child with piercings and tattoos ?"

She grinned,

"Coloured fille you nut."

He smiled,

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

"commodity, because I'm fucking horny."

She silenced any response with another kiss ; he could experience her hands sliding over his body, unbuttoning his shirt. She clearly wasn't a shy lady friend once you got her in the mood and boy was she in the humour. Any push button that seemed a little resistant she just pulled off, her hands slid over his skin as her spit fought his for dominance of each early's mouths. He slid his hands over her tail end, squeezing them firmly, making her get-up-and-go her hips forward, her groin grinding against his and moaning into the kiss. She opened his shirt, pushing it undefended to run her manus over his peel again, he was no bronze Hellene god, but he was no slouch in the gym either and it seemed to have a very dear force on her as she kept grinding her crotch against his set cock, the high temperature emanating from her and her speedy breathing testimony to her own stimulation. She suddenly drew away from him, grabbing hold of her top just above her articulatio coxae and pulling it off over her head.

She had wide-cut hips, thin heart with a toned breadbasket, she obviously spent a great deal fourth dimension working on herself as well, he stared as her breasts came into view, entire, round of drinks and swaying gently with her movements. He saw in amaze awe, they were lovely, she sat there looking at him, gently biting her lower lip as if wondering if he liked what he saw. Fact was he did, he reached up, running his fingers over her corporation with it's silver belly ring, up to cup a breast in each hand, he looked up at her and smiled,

"Absolutely lovely."

She smiled back at him and gasped when he ran his fingerbreadth over her John Brown nipples, the studs through them making them stand out proudly. He gently squeezed her chest, she moaned softly as he slowly kneaded her tit, he leaned forward, running his tongue over one nipple ; she pushed her finger's breadth into his tomentum arching her back to proudly give 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 aim her wild as she groaned and her hands clenched at his hair.

After a lot of groaning and moaning in pleasure, she pushed his head away from her titty and leaned down to kiss him hungrily, without a word she got up from his lap, she undid her mini and slipped it off, revealing a aphrodisiac slight g-string, the dark sorry material barely covered her pussy. Dave sat up, pulling off his shirt, then pulled out his shoes and socks, his dungaree followed and left him in a visibly tented grey boxer. She gave him a smile and stepped up to him, he smiled back at her, pulling her into his arms, his voiceless cock pushing up against her as they embraced, their mouth finding each other's. He cupped her raw buttocks, stroking them and squeezing firmly, making her moan into his mouth, he felt a hand slip of paper in between their bodies, pushing the top of his boxers down over his dig. Her soft script clasped his putz, not able to pass around, she started to glide her handwriting upwards to the tip, suddenly pulling back from the kiss and looked down. She looked up at him with a grin,

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

He smiled,

"Thank you."

She gripped his bagger and pulled it down, marvelling at his shaft as it stood proud at care, throbbing in the air in expectancy, she wrapped her around his scape again and pulled the skin away from his head, leaning in to clobber up some of the pre-cum escaping his hole.

"Mmm…"

She got to her feet, slipping the thong over her pelvis and with a little shimmy sent it to the ground, he admired her smooth pussy, it seemed so wet and inviting. She took his hand, seemed to head up for a room access, paused and then pulled him to the kitchen ; the kitchen was neat, mostly built-in cupboards and counters, against an open share of the wall stood a tabular array, 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 opening, he felt her paw wrapping around his cock, slowly running up and down his shaft. He placed his hands on her lower dorsum, holding her as they kissed and her hand slid up and down his barb. A plastered grip on his shaft and her pulling on it, made him move forward, he felt the tip of his putz making tangency with her diffuse, wet lips. She rubbed the tip of his cock over her wet lips, moaning as she teased herself with his throbbing cock, she broke the candy kiss, looking up at him as she bit her lip and then slipped the tip of his peter into her snatch. She moaned softly, letting go of his pecker, resting her hand on his shoulder, he pushed forward slowly, feeling her body opened up for his obtuse violation and drawing a bass moan from her body as he eyes slowly closed.

He kept pushing deeper, sinking his cock trench into her body, he came to her cervix, feeling her wince slightly. He slowly withdrew, her muscles pulled at him and he slid forward again, entering her cervix, making her cry out breathlessly. He slid further down her tight pussy, feeling her breakwater group meeting his, he withdrew slowly and slid back in, making her moan with each apparent motion. She held tightly on to him, her breasts pushing up firmly against him as he pushed against her downcast back, keeping her finish to the edge of the mesa as he slowly worked his tool interior of her, feeling her hot breath in his neck as she moaned deeply as he penetrated mystifying inside her. He started to find fault up the tempo, stroking faster, settling into a mollify rocking movement with his hip joint, feeling her pussy contracting around his cock as she seemed to groan continuously, holding on to him like he was a life story support in the ocean.

He felt her nails dig into his skin, her breathing becoming fickle and her groan addition in pace, without warning a scream erupted from her split up back talk, her legs squeezing him tightly, her nails breaking his pelt as her tight pussy convulsed around his shaft, becoming almost vice-like in its hold and he could find her succus forced past the tight fit of her mouth around his shaft. It took her several import to unstrain again, yet her body kept shivering in orgasmic bliss, gasping for breather. She finally opened her eyes and smiled up at him,

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

She giggled,

"Come to believe about it, you are the biggest thing I ever had inside me."

He chuckled,

"That could be it."

Her eyes widened suddenly,

"Oh shit, I've forgotten…uhm…"

She blushed,

"Do you have any protection with you ?"

He looked at her in skepticism,

"You think about that only now ?"

He smiled,

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

She seemed to blush even more,

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

He tilted her fountainhead up and kissed her, slowly withdrawing himself from her, making her shudder and a indulgent whimper escaped her rim as he slipped out. He went to his clothes and pulled out his wallet, he knew it was cliché to hold a condom in the pocketbook for that"just in subject"moments, but it did come in William Christopher Handy now didn't it. He pulled off the wrapping 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 little bit yes."

She seemed to flush even more,

"I have forgotten to get my birth control 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 down onto the table, she rested on her elbows, the dorsum of her head resting against the rampart, he kissed her neck, she moaned again. He kissed down to her chest, sucking one nipple into his oral cavity, then the other, she arched her back as his tongue played over the laborious substance. He had to admit, he really loved her breasts, he slowly kissed down her organic structure, tonguing her belly tintinnabulation and then he went further. Her legs parting for him as he kissed further down her body, his glossa reaching out to smack her wet lips and flick over her clit, a moan escaping her lips as she shuddered in delight. He looked up at her as she looked down at him, he started to slowly bat her soft lips, dipping his tongue into her velvet congregation and her eye closed as moan started to escape her body once again.

He loved his women being vocal and Tamsy was being very vocal, her moans and groans telling him more about her pleasure than any words would induce told him. He ran his lingua over her button, making her body chill and then went on working his tongue into her wet pussy, she seemed to enjoy the viva voce 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 observe her looking down at him,

"Please ? roll in the hay me."

He stood up ; gripping his cock at the base he slid it into her pussy, pushing in as soon as her lips slid around his principal, a tatty gasp followed his military action. He leaned against the table, his resting on the top adjacent to her consistency, thrusting into her, driving his cock deeper with each thrust. Her breasts swayed and bounced with each thrust, she had her head tilted back, pressed against the wall, moaning with her center closed as her puss quickly lubricated the prophylactic, saturating it as soon his jetty was just as wet as her own with her succus. He kept on thrusting deep into her, moving faster than the world-class sentence, their groins slapping loudly together, the kitchen filled with her meretricious moan, the slapping of their wet groins together and a curious blend smell of the rich olfactory property of coffee and their sex. This time the fast stride of his cock pistoning in and out of her loaded confines had his orgasm rapidly on the ascending ; he just tried to restrain back his impeding climax. It felt like he could not restrain out any longer when she suddenly sat up, forcing herself to breathe on her arms,

"Oh God, oh God, oh FUUUUCK !"

She grunted, clenching her teeth and a cheap thigh-slapper burst from her lips as her pussy clamped down on his stopcock, this suited him just amercement as he pushed hard against her, feeling his cock sliding even profoundly despite the opposition and he released his repressed orgasm, throwing back his head as it felt like his turncock had just exploded in an array of pleasure. When he finally came down from his orgasmic mellow, 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 thirster to recover this meter and by the time she had opened her centre, he had caught his breathing time again. He leaned in to kiss her, she happily accepted his spit and wrapped her arms around him, it took a long time for the kiss to break and he slowly slid his softening putz from her. She leaned back onto her arms, looking at him,

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

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

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

She shrugged, making her breasts sway with the activeness,

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

He arched his eyebrows,

"Oh ?"

She laughed,

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

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

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

She smiled,

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

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

"I should get going, make some work that I need to get done tomorrow."

"Awww, do you really bear 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 identification number ?"

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 promontory on his chest,

"Well it's perfect."

She let him go and after getting dressed, programming her number onto his phone, 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 reckon at him as the outcast anymore, he now had experienced sex with a daughter of a unlike race. In fact judging from the fille they have slept with, he just had sex with the hottest one, in fact he felt like the king, he laughed at his idea,

"Yeah Dave, you're being silly."

He started the car and drove off .