You see my blood red lips smile as I admire your black Peugeot 407 sports car and sense your appreciation of the European car’s elegance, refinement...and style but not as much as I admire your body’s elegance, refinement and style. While describing the car’s technical specifications (it’s no secret that technical talking men get me into bed faster) I feel your sexual energy attack my erogenous zones full force. We hug each other and I inhale your strong masculine scent putting me on a high for. He was only secondsfrom losing all control. He mustered all of his willpower and asked witha frustrated tone, "Did you kill your boyfriend ma'am?" That's ridiculous. I'm just a weak little girl." Layla grinned with anot so innocent smile."If it wasn't you than tell me who else could have killed him. There wasno evidence of burglary or forced entry. We spoke to Mr Peltz friends andfamily and he didn't have any enemies of note. He was just a softwareengineer for Christ's sake. No one had motive. His cock was almost touching my womb. “Hey, what about me?” said Tom, stroking his cock. He looked disappointed. Then I had my dirtiest idea. I told Colin to sit back on one of the benches, he reluctantly removed his cock from me. I felt my cunt lips smack together, and I staggered to my feet. Colin’s cock pointed upwards and I straddled his legs, easing his monster back inside me. I leaned forwards. “Fuck my arse, Tom.” He didn’t need a second request, his hands held my cheeks apart as his. There are already enough things that could go wrong." Would you be able to love me at all?" I already do, Brenda. If I didn't love you, I wouldn't let you near me again. I love you in a way that makes me want to help good things happen for you. I want to see you happy, but I'm more interested in making sure you don't make me unhappy. Part of that is not doing things to make you unhappy, not if I can help it." How are you going to make Emily happy?"Lots of ways. I'm going to let you continue.