The waiter motioned to her and she got down, went to Dave's table and began to dance right over his head. That ass, was too good to be true. She cam... down and sat right in his lap. she grabbed his hands and put them everywhere. Nipples hardened at the touch. She whispered asking if he would want to go back to a room for some oral or full on sex. Up he went into one of the rooms. She proceeded to unwrap a condom and slipped it right over his cock. Watching her head slowly bob up and. When I finally let go, she lurched back against the chair, gasping.I was standing with one foot between hers, just wearing a dress shirt, my other clothes long since discarded. Mhairi, hair all over the place with saliva and precum dripping from her chin onto her substantial breasts, still wore her basque, thong and heels. I’d made her take off her skirt as soon as she stepped into my hallway, the front door still open. To be honest, I loved watching her walk ahead of me, those delicious arse. She began to writhe her crotch against his hand, encouraging him to fuck her with his finger. He broke the kiss, both of them were breathing heavily. “Time for dessert.” He joked, smiling. She smiled back, pussy tingling like crazy. He pulled his finger out of her twat and his hand out of her shorts. He gripped the waistband of her shorts and tugged, Char raising her ass eagerly off the couch and allowing him to slide them down her legs. She pulled first one foot out of her shorts, and then. He'd stalk me in and out ofschool, following me around, watching me, knowing that I hated him, thatI feared him. I think he thrived on that most of all. It got so that I was jumping at shadows, seeing his face in them,watching him watching me from down the street, always with his hands inhis pocket, holding that knife. When I saw him in the mirror one morning, I struck out. It was naturaland impulsive and I remembered the blood falling down over the sink frommy bleeding knuckles. I remembered.