“Got it,” he shouted.It was my turn to ogle him from the floor. He had his usual eveningwear on, a pair of shorts. As he bent over the table to pu... the pizza down, I could see the muscles rippling under his skin. I struggled to work out how he had remained single this whole time. He sorted out a couple of pieces of pizza each and settled onto the couch next to me. The first thing he did was turn off the television.“I thought we were going to watch a film,” I said.“Sure, we were also going to. "Why did you pretend to be a beach boy this morning?" Why, my pretty lady, I only asked if you wanted a massage and you agreed. I never professed to be anything at all except interested in your lovely shape and delicious looking lips."Fiona decided right then and there that this one was a definite keeper regardless of his intentions or possible plans to scam her of everything she owned. He was far too tasty a treat to pass up because of her fears of the age difference.The sounds of the Latin. I joined two fingers together to thrust inside Kira's tight, hot hole, and she whimpered with pain and pleasure as the "too much, too much," became "more, more." She, too, brought two fingers inside me, and at the intrusion of a second finger, combined with her thumb, so knowledgeable of my clit's needs, I came, explosively, my mind blanking out as stars filled my sight, and my hips shook uncontrollably.Quite aware of my orgasm, Kira growled in her throat, as she let herself cum, her even,. "Yeah, it's where the bar is," I said."You're building martinis this time of day?" She seemed genuinely surprised. Maybe because it wasn't beer: my usual mid-day choice of refreshment."Yeah, I felt the need for something a little stronger than the usual four percent stuff," I said."Daniel? Something wrong?" she said."Yeah, you could say that," I said. Her look was a question, but she didn't voice it."I just wonder what I did to make you want to fuck somebody else behind my back," I said."What.