She gave a start when she saw him, her eyes widening, but then remembered everything that had happened to her yesterday. He could see her eyes narrow ...s she took it all in."Good morning," he said, knowing she wouldn't understand but deciding that he would talk to her normally so she would know he was trying to be friendly. "Did you sleep well?"She looked at him, a bit warily but without any fear in her eyes. Then standing up, and holding the blanket tight around herself, she walked off behind. When I got home later that night, I pulled my pants down, sat back on the couch, and jacked myself off while imagining that her lucky date was probably drilling her perfect body right now. I shot a huge load all over my own stomach. The next night I made the hour-long drive to San Francisco and found my way to the club in the Mission District. However, I did get a bit lost and didn’t find the place until after 10pm. I walked in alone to the netherworld of Spanish speaking salsa studs and. No. Yes. No... Yes, yes. Maybe? Oh fuck! I was considering it. Knowing myself, that meant I probably wanted to do it. Which meant I was probably going to. Shit. Okay, well, there would be no more of that stuff from last night, at least. For one thing, if.. if... I was going to do this, I was going to wear some night clothes. Maybe he would try to touch my breast again. I should try to stop that. I could wear a bra, I guess. Man, I didn't like that -- not at night. They felt tight. A big. She split my opening with her fingers and began to drill me. I was so wet there was no resistance at all. She fucked me with her fingers as I lay there, clutching at her, begging her not to stop. I really like how Joshua's cock feels inside me when he's pounding me. But the intensity was never like what I felt with Sylvie, like my soul was on fire. I humped into her feverishly as she fingered me into orgasmic ecstasy.Then she pulled my panties completely off and whispered in my ear with her hot.