Lamble at eleven,” I said.She checked on a large diary in front of her, picked up her phone and pressed a button.“Mr Lamble, I have Mr Morris here...for his eleven o’clock meeting with you,” she said. “I will send him right down now.”She told me to proceed down the hallway, his office was four doors down on the left hand side. I thanked her, and went to the office indicated. John Lamble was waiting there for me; he appeared to be in his fifties, a full head of showy white hair. He gestured. But the door back to the bar isn't there any more."What the hell?"You hear a musical laugh behind you and turn to see Maebh sitting casually on the high windowsill, dressed in her weird, old fashioned looking clothing, boots, a long skirt, some sort of armless leather top that shows off an amazing amount of milky white cleavage, and leathergloves that go up to her elbows. She looks as beautiful and as almost unnervingly sexual as ever as she sits there, smiling playfully down at you and kicking. She leaned her head back on my shoulder to give me more access to kiss her neck and gently bite her ear lobe. My dick was getting harder and harder and I was pushing it into her ass, with only our jeans in the way. Her breathing was getting heavier and she was starting to moan a little bit louder. I moved my hands down her sexy stomach and then went under and up her shirt to take it off. Next I unhooked her bra giving me free access to her breasts. As I was able to feel her breasts without any. Lacey had chosen sex.She collapsed on her new husband's chest, dragging in deep lungfuls of air."I win," she panted. "I had four, and you only had one." Not fair," he complained, sliding his hands up and down her naked back. "I can never win that contest. Even if I did I'd still lose, 'cause it would be one to zero, and I know how you'd react to zero." This only proves the superiority of women," she sighed. "We're just better at sex than men are." Yeah, yeah, yeah," said Bob, pinching her butt.