"I think it's time we headed to bed," I said.There it was again. The same look. The same smile. She didn't say anything. The look said it for her."We'...e got a busy day ahead of us," I said, making an attempt to clarify my comment.Her smile turned into a frown as I pushed her up off my lap. Once she was standing, I made a quick attempt to straighten my shaft without her seeing. My attempt was fruitless as I saw her look at my groin and smile again."I need to jump into the shower," I said,. Rather than chance the congested London traffic, he'd opted for the rail option and was certainly grateful that he'd done so. The second coffee was settling nicely in his stomach, helping supplement the rather filling but exorbitantly expensive egg, bacon and sausage breakfast that he'd consumed shortly after boarding the train.With thirty minutes before they arrived at London's Marylebone station, he flicked through the sports section of the Daily Express, reading about all the upcoming. Can you see the conflict?We had kissed rather passionately on our first date but did not have sex. That came (and so did we) on the next date two nights later. Then again two nights after that. And two nights after that. It's funny that the two and two thing happened, but it just worked out that way. It was on our third night of sex, while we were engaged in foreplay, that she dropped the first of many bombs on me: she had a boyfriend!They had been together for several years and were "in the. Astutely Jeff sidestepped into a darkened doorway, hoping the linked beauties would not notice him. Jeff could feel his heart pound, as if it was in his throat, he could hear the steady thud of its rhythm perfectly timed to the girl's steps. He moved back as the silent but seductive pair swept passed him, like the fairest of summer breezes. He was safe; wherever they were headed it was too important to be distracted. Jeff sighed and shuddered, as he felt the stickiness spread out from his.