After a few moments of gathering our senses, my body laying heavily on her with my limp cock pressed against her wet pussy, the warm sticky dampness b...tween us, the aroma of our sex in the room, I lifted my head and looking into the bluest eyes I had seen, smiled. “I liked fucking you,” she said softly, returning my smile, “Did I surprise you?” “Yes, that was so sudden and wild,” I said. “Wait. I get wilder,” she said. “And I want more of you.” “Good and I’d like to give you more,” I said, not. She still hadn’t answered my question that I had asked earlier that day. I was still interested as to why she chose me to be her orgasmic partner. “Well you are absolutely perfect. You like women so you know better than most what they like. You’re more likely to be sensitive and gentle and we know each other. Simple.”I wasn’t sure that it was that simple.“Surely knowing each other makes things trickier, more complicated?”Cara stopped pouring the wine to look at me.“So that’s why you’re all. Please get in touch with me. IMPORTANT.’ Was the message on my E-mail. Thirteen messages from Sandra. I was back in Riverside and she was still at The Pines. Separated but kept in contact through e-mail a few random calls. Two years later and get a message like that. I was trying to shake the idea that this was possible. All the messages said the same thing pretty much just sent at different times. I E-mailed her back with my ‘Doubt it’s Numchuck’s’ reply. But curiosity got the better of me and. This all seems so strange considering the hot and crazy moment we just shared. It was like we were just returning from a quick coffee, that’s all. We walk in and she goes straight for the ladies room. When she’s out of the room, I adjust myself, grab a beer, and take a seat on the couch. Yes, the couch, right were this whole thing started last time. Leah comes out of the ladies room, and to my surprise walks right by me and sits at her desk. Her back is facing me. I sit there for a minute as.