Parked outside my flat the tension in the car was electric. He turned to say something but I didn’t give him the chance, my lips were glued to him a...d my tongue was half way down his throat in a flash. He wasted no time in responding enthusiastically and was soon mauling my big tits. I felt a button on my blouse pop as he forced his hand inside my blouse and under my bra. His fingers found a hard nipple and began to squeeze “You really want it don’t you?” he muttered. I don’t know what would. Head down, bum up, I worked steadily through my emails and slowly caught up with my affairs. (Don’t smirk. )Morning coffee was a different experience, no more ‘whirligig cafe', it was back to Caffe Nero but it wasn’t long before I didn’t have to ask the pretty Romanian girl for my order and my old life gradually assembled itself around me, familiar, boring but protective. Justyna and I agreed not to get in touch for a couple of weeks. Life in O’Reilly’s Irish Pub would be the same mix of. " Paul let out a booming laugh and slammed his beer onto the wood bar. "How the hell can I help you, fag?" Tom was just about to answer him when a sweet long haired brunette in daisy dukes and a cut off black shirt that read Chuck's walked up to them. She leaned in and gave Paul a hug, pressing her natural D-cup breasts against him. "Hey, babe. Look, Chuck said if you pull another stunt like that he's gonna kick you out." Her voice was a sweet melody with a Southern twang. Tom couldn't help. And as for me..." Mmm?" I looked at her."Look, Mark. I don't think I had an orgasm until I was twenty-eight. It took a long time and several fucked up relationships to realize that sex was as much about my pleasure as my partner's." Oh baby, I'm sorry," I reached over to hold and comfort Amy."I thought for years that it was tension or anxiety," Amy went on, "something in the mind that meant I couldn't come. I spent most of my twenties having a real complex over it. But now I can't orgasm again.