" I said. "My lease is up at the end of the year and I don't think we'll be coming back." That's too bad." Greg said."No, not really." I explained. "T...e people are what is important. They wont be left behind, just this simple little Cambridge apartment."I pulled myself back to the events at hand and turned to Greg, letting NeedleThorn continue to spin through the forms."Greg, do you have any problems with heights? Do you get car sick easily?" No." He answered. "Why?" He asked, suddenly. No 'oh my gosh, what if he can't get it up, it's the woman's fault, calamity has struck.' Why isn't it ever their fault?"Dianne grinned. "Are you saying that men can be self-centered?" And, I've always thought that women are so much more romantic than men. For a man, getting a woman flowers, chocolate or little gifts, or using music to set a romantic mood, often seems like conniving sweet talk just so they can get our pants off and their rocks off, not because they really like doing it." Women. Tracy's tempting beauty had filled her with fresh desire. And the memory of her last encounter with Yvette sent her over the top.Her cunt was pulsing and wet. She and Yvette had always had explosive sex, and she knew what was coming. Her heart almost stopped beating for a moment when she opened her door and saw Yvette standing there.All her initial desire for the girl came flooding back to her. Yvette looked spectacular. Tall, lean, her incredible long shapely legs showing under a high. He retreated and licked up and down her slit, stopping at the top so he could give her clit a good strumming. Angie groaned in pleasure and grasped her tits, kneading them and pulling at the stiff nipples, waves of pleasure carousing through her body.“Fuck me!” she demanded.Ian reared back and grabbed his cock, giving it a good few strokes. It didn't really need it as it was harder than he could remember. Pre-cum was positively gushing out and he smeared it around the head of his cock. He ran a.