Miniskirt in Scottish design, a tiny top with ample breasts, nipples rimming the purple cotton. Said she was a Canadian tourist, would I like another ...eer. I have nothing against Canadian tourists and even less against another beer. So we are sitting in this corner really liking eachother, but as my hand is massaging the crotch of that Scottish skirt I feel something rising that shouldn’t be there. That really gets me off as she’s smiling at me. I had been on that path before and loved every. I've got to talk to her, I've just got to, he thought with mounting emotion and not thinking of either her job or his, he moved over to her at the bar."Desiree where have you been," he whispered between tightly clenched teeth."Mitch... Oh my God! Don't talk to me here, you'll get me fired!" Desiree answered, wildly looking around the room for the Boss."I don't give a fuck, where have you been?" he murmured. "Have you been with Cranston?" It's none of your damn business Mitch, I told you to get. Each stroke in this position felt fantastic. I made a mental note to make this a regular thing! As time went on, I felt another orgasm building. I was shocked by this. I usually came once and only once - multiples just weren't my thing. Luke continued his slow strokes behind me and suddenly he shocked me again. I felt him spit on me. It landed directly on my asshole. I had seen this in a couple dirty movies he’d shown me in the past, and rolled my eyes thinking of my husband trying porn shit. Why?”“Well, Madge said the prior owner built the place about twelve years ago. Those carpets are at least ten years old, so they are probably the original floor coverings. It’s not a slab floor, so that means the sub-floor beneath the carpets is probably plywood or OSB.”“Oh! Does that mean we can’t have wood floors?”“No. It just means we will have to have wood flooring installed. Which do you want, wood or new carpet?“Wood.”“Then wood it is. Now all we need to do is decide what type of.