“Same here. Work was really exhausting today.”Gabriel nodded and made a sour face. “Yeah, I can relate. Did they make you work overtime?”“No... no; I’m a bit late because I missed my tram and then decided to just walk here.”“What? You walked all the way, out in this heat?”That would mean ... No, oh no! Gabriel desperately tried not to let his thoughts drift into a certain direction. His best kept secret was on the line here!“Yes, to be fair, I needed something like that, it clears up my mind, but. That's the point. It's true from my side." And it's true from her side. Why would she lie about that? My greater fear here is that she misread your feelings." It's kind of hard to misread 'I love you, Jo, ' don't you think? But neither of us is brave enough to offer suggestion as to where this is heading for us."He smiled. "Oh, I can imagine. Her mother and I tiptoed around to the point I was afraid I was going to get orders pulling me out of my cushy position at the American Embassy in Oslo. ” “B..but...” I stammered, “I thought that you and Jo were an item.” “Yes, we are,” she said, “but we don’t mind a good bit of meat now and again, and from the feel of this," rubbing her thumb over the tip of my cock, "this bit of meat looks pretty tasty.” So saying she bent down and took the head of my cock into her mouth. Jo came round and pushed me back, then straddled me, her shaven pussy inches from my face. I raised my hands and clasped her bum, feeling her slim, tight and muscular. Her dark, blonde hair clung to her pale skin. Her hands traced all over her body, first going to her large, DD, saggy tits. Her nipples were just so soft. Then her hands moved down to her stomach. It wasn’t flat by any means. It was flabby and a bit round, and part of her hated it as it reminded her of her past. She quickly shook that thought out of her head and without much thought, she moved two fingers down to her hairy crotch. It was trimmed down some, but she loved the feeling of her.