How about ten o’clock tomorrow morning, then, at my apartment?” Without waiting for my reply, Alexis turned to Greg. “How’s that Swedish bit...h with the big tits working out?” “Really good. I’ll have her sent to your apartment in a couple of hours.” “Great,” said Alexis, swinging his handbag across his shoulder as he entered the elevator. “That will give me enough time to shower and shave.” The elevator doors silently closed upon Alexis, his suitcase, and his two female bellhops. “I’ll see. I doubt you'd get a proper cup of tea here." No, not something I'd ever risk. I wonder if the Yanks will ever understand tea?" I doubt it. Weren't it them, who came up with the tea bag idea in the first place?"Probably," I replied.Nellie and I were ... well, we were waffling, trying our hardest not to show hostility towards each other, and to find anything to talk about, but ourselves and our past together. I have no idea why we do that with old lovers or sweethearts, but I'd heard other people. I think we both tried to make efforts here and there but weren't always on the same page at the right time.My mind drifted to when we had first begun dating. We couldn't keep our hands off of each other. So many nights spent at each other's apartment with so few hours of sleep occurring. We would spend entire days on the weekend nude in the apartment just lounging around having sex and relaxing. There were a number of marathon sessions as well as spontaneous sex when he recovered and reloaded. Her leg was around my waste, holding me tight, while I was sqeezing her left boob with my hand and kissed her lips everytime my dick went in deeper. I could feel and hear her wetness everytime my dick went in. After a few minutes, I sat on the bed with my legs spread out and she sat in front of me directing my dick into her cunt. With her hands wrapped around my neck she began to rock her body. Her boobs were right in front of my face and I was taking turns sucking her left and right nipples..