“Where are we going?” Rose asked as she reached the end of the seat.“I don’t know,” I declared, “but we are out of here.”Rose followed m... to the exit as we made our way through the crowd.“Hey!” someone called out, “Where y’all going?”I ignored the question. I placed my hand around Rose’s supple waist and we walked out of the small bar. I walked her to where I had parked only a few hours before. The sun had set, so the parking lot was dim and on the dark side.Rose leaned up against the side of. I washed it under the cold water tap, dried it off and replaced it on the shelf above the washbasin. I dried myself and after cleaning my teeth, wrapped the towel around me and left the bathroom. I hesitated outside Gary's room and wondered whether I should slip my finger in my pussy again. I carried on towards my room. I looked at the clock and it read seven forty five. "Fuck!" I thought. I have been in there for an hour and a quarter. Worse, I had been masturbating for that long as well. As. The pizzas were, as always, delicious, the wine was superb, but maybe a little overpowering as an accompaniment to a goats cheese pizza, then again it’s not the ideal match for chicken either, but I like it.Chloe ordered an orange gelato for desert, I ordered a grappa and an espresso.“So Chloe, what exactly is this favour you need from me?”Chloe licked her spoon clean and placed it in her now empty bowl, “Well, this is kind of embarrassing”, although the light was poor in our corner, I could. But you should know I'm not as innocent as I seem. I believe you can handle me," she leaned slightly on one leg, the panties around her knees stretching to one side, "I believe you know how to fuck me..."I was shocked at her sudden profanity, ridiculously turned on by how young and dirty she looked in the low light, her thin lacy panties drawn tight at her knees. Gone now was the uncertainty I had grown accustomed to in her eyes; it had been replaced by an a****listic glowering, fierce in it's.