We’ve been talking dirty all week and you simply want to be ravished. A few seconds go by without any physical contact, however it feels like eterni...y to you. Eventually you feel my warm hand lightly caressing your inner thigh, moving up towards your wet pussy. You don't realize that within the last moment, I had 3 of my guy friends from the gym enter the room. You rightly assume it's my hand on your inner thigh. However, I am simply making sure you are wet and ready for my two friends that are. The set-up looked only too familiar to him, but he didn’t have time to reflect on it as he headed for the kitchen. His phone stopped ringing as he entered, the sight that met him making him pull up short and say, “What the fuck?”There was a man there, pushing the door to behind Ben, but the oddest thing about him wasn’t how he had somehow or other managed to enter Ben’s flat and conceal himself there. The oddest thing about him was his pixelated head, which prevented Ben from making out his. A goddess. The most stunning creature I had ever laid eyes upon. It was in a coffee shop, which was something that made me laugh when I thought about it, because I don't really go to coffee shops, but for some reason, that day I did. I was sitting at a table, reading The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, and sipping a steaming hot cup of caramel coffee. Minutes later, in she walked. Samantha Fox. I knew her name as soon as I saw her, because I remembered her from college. I fell in love with her in. " It is, isn't it. When I use some in my coffee I don't need sugar. And I will hurt you if you ever refer to me in any way to a cow." Then I won't," I assured Genevieve as I leaned in to capture her nipple again. Genevieve let me drink for another few mouthfuls before pulling her tit away. Asking me to wait, I watched as she pulled a pillow across her lap. Fluffing it, she told me okay. This time it was much more comfortable to lay my head on the pillow and, after Genevieve asked me to feed.