You were hardly resistant when I lead you, with my hand still on your magnificent cock, into my bedroom. I have to tell you, though, when you began to...unbutton my blouse and run your hand up my skirt, I was stunned and almost stopped our action. But when your fingers hit my clit and entered my soaked pussy, there was no turning back. Before we knew it, we were naked and kissing on the bed. You slid down to worship my tits and pay homage to my hard nipples. I moaned and you thrust two fingers. Fairly lightweight stuff. At least she's got good taste in the genres she likes. I know for a fact that she's got the complete works of Margery Allingham in hardback. I sold them to her; not first editions, not a set--she just likes big solid books, I guess. And she reads romances by people like Joanna Trollope and Mary Wesley and Katie Fforde, not that Harlequin crap.She also likes medieval French poetry. She even taught me to like it. Me! Reading poems in French that I can barely understand.. I sat back down and poured four new glasses at the coffee table. Sarah was playing with a deck of cards we kept on a shelf under the table, until finally Mark snatched them away."How about a game?" he asked.I was in no mood to gamble money, but I was wondering what he'd propose. "And what kind of game is that?" Texas hold 'em. Simple enough and always fun."That's fine," I responded "but no money. I'm too drunk to worry about that."We decided instead to play with quarters from the change jar.. ”“You want me to arrange something else?” I asked.“I think so,” she said. “In fact, yeah. Do it. Soon.”So, as Kim lay sleeping, red hair fanned out across the pillow, I slipped out of the bedroom with my mobile and made a call.“Hello?” The voice at the other end sounded sleepy.“Dani? It’s Steve.”“Oh, hey. So, last night was fun!” She sounded pleased to hear from me.“Yeah, about that…?”“Oh, Kim not like it?” She sounded unconcerned.“No, exactly the opposite. She wants more of the same, soon. Do.