She was clearly startled by my sudden appearance. Marcia raised a finger in the air, mouthing that she would be back in a second and went into the bat...room. I found Marcia to be acting quite strange. All the years that I have known my wife, she had never exited the room in such a manner because she was on a phone call. A few minutes went by and I finally heard the door open, followed by the sound of footsteps. Before I could even say anything she told me her mom and dad were having a fight and. .. but ... are you interested in me?”I’d been led to the point where the only honest response was to say, “Yes...”Zoe’s lips pursed and her eyes narrowed slightly. She’d hooked me, and she knew it.Her body moved slowly forward and I felt her hand on my knee. I had no time to worry about what was about to happen, no moment to consider that this was my best friend, a woman I’d known since she was five or so, the person I’d spent the most time talking to in my whole life. When she brought her lips. As the shirt fall from Laura's shoulders, it’s obvious that her small white breasts are capped with large, dark areola. One hand encircles her right breast, while the other rides the pathway down her stomach and vanishes into the gap between her legs. It’s too dark to see whether she’s completely naked, or still wearing panties. And it doesn’t really matter anyway.At first, our movements are tentative, almost shy. Gradually we gather speed and pick up on each other's rhythm. Soon, our hands and. . Then we make love.They both exchange a brilliant look, Cléo more and more in love.- Why later? You leave me like this.- Right, but I'm hungry!- Me too, very hungry.Rodolfo wraps bosom with his firm hand and his voice becomes hoarse, sensual.- What are we having for dinner? What's the main course?- You, the dish is you.- Enough, stop!Cléo starts shaking, the voice gets louder and louder.- Stop, no! We'll have dinner, after... After I I leave.- I'm hungry now.- But... Now, here! Rô, stop being.