Short, ephemeral yet intense orgasm, a respite. Short vengeance, soft vengeance.- U come?Embarrassed, she smiles a yes.- And you?- Almost, as yet prec...se.- So wait, I help you...Adriana turns around, crouches slowly, the light from the window clears her back, her thick thighs. She looks a hard-on just wearing the shoes. My imagination flies, I think of the open, wet pussy, dripping its juice on the floor. I even see her lips bent, her hair wet. The cock pulses, drips a translucent cream.- I. I found hearing her talk in hersultry voice fascinating as we exchanged first date type information andlearned about each other more. It seems like she had been into piercingssince junior high, first as a rebellious phase, later because she foundshe really enjoyed the aesthetic. I told her a bit about my adventuresfrom college so far. We talked about all sorts of topics, and theconversation never seemed to hit a lull. Our food was great, and weshared a milkshake. It is a very sensual experience. My Dad worked his way behind, first sucking his deliciously loose ball sack, each ball at a time, before parting his firm round arse cheeks and tracing his finger down the crevice to his balls. I felt a contraction from Hadi and an expulsion of precum into my mouth, slimey and sweet. Hadi was moaning, as was my Dad as he had found his arse with his lips and was probing him with his tongue.Hadi’s hands were on my ears and he held my face and rubbed his hands against my stubble. He looked down. What about that guy who was in court with you at our divorce? Do you think I'm bleeding daft or something?" No, just gullible sometimes. That was my brother's friend Graham and you know what that means, don't you? He was just there to make you jealous, because you always had that little tart with you." That little tart, as you so nicely call her, is Brian's wife, Gale. You know Brian, the work-mate whose sofa I slept on for nearly two years because I couldn't afford anywhere to live myself. I.