"What's got you so pissed off?" Lara all but dragged her into a restaurant. They found a booth in the back and were quiet while waiting for a server. ...ara ordered iced teas and sandwiches for them. Ryan, not sure how to read her friend's mood, said nothing. "Okay, talk to me. What's going on?" Lara looked at her expectantly. "Nothing. I mean—what are you talking about?" "Ryan, you are not yourself. As Mitch would say, you're not all here. Now tell me why." Ryan crossed her arms and sank back. Then, she skated over, her arms half crossed and half hugging herself. "My therapist thinks it would be very good for me to try ice dancing," she blurted. "Your therapist?" She flushed. "That came out wrong. I want you to teach me ice dancing. I'm scared to ask you to try. My therapist thinks I should." He looked he her for a moment, beautiful and pink and vulnerable. "Ask me." "You'll have to be really patient." How patient had he been already, with no hope for more? "I can do that." "I really. Not only did I meet lots of them that way, but I was often the only woman in the joint, which could only work to my advantage. My exquisitely sculpted form was always on display in well chosen, tasteful, and subtly seductive apparel, the better to draw the bees to the nectar, my dear. Few men failed to notice. In fact, the only ones who didn’t were deep in discussion about overhead cams or the latest football upset, and just hadn’t looked up yet. I derived a great deal of pleasure from this. Luke pulled out slightly, then lunged back inside him. He held James’s hips firm at first as he slowly rocked, in and out.James felt Luke’s body closer and his hand wrap around his cock. This was where they missed Steph he realised. Her hand, her pussy, her mouth, her arse, either always available to intensify sensations. Luke was doing a good job on his own. His big meaty cock thrusting hard inside James’s arse, the tug on his cock, this man knew how to make James feel incredible. Any second.