“Go turn your phone off.” Sam kissed me. We both smiled contritely, worrying about our breath. She tasted good. I slipped out from the covers and ...icked my phone off the floor.“Oh thank god!” Sam flumpfed back onto my bed the moment the noise started. “I--Shit. I have a morning class. What time is it?”“Quarter to seven,” I said. I was technically more of an eight-to-six kinda guy than a nine-to-fiver. I opened Peter’s secretary’s email. Oh god, that was a hell of an offer. Only two hundred. If you need the citation, I can Google it."Some die directly from alcohol poisoning. They flat out drink so much it kills them. I know you won't do that. The rest die from accidents, primarily vehicle accidents."You don't have a designated driver. Everybody with you is probably going to drink too much to drive safely. I just want to be there to drive." You're just being controlling. You're around me all the time. You don't even give me a chance to breathe. I've always been an independent person. She parted the crowd and had selected me to join her. I was free of my chaperone, what threat would there be from such a well-cultured, older woman? "Would you like to find your way through the maze?" she asked me."I have never been through these gardens." I looked at the darkened topiaries hesitantly. I had heard that the gardens at this particular home were spectacular at any time of the day. I had not been able to wander the maze yet and I had longed to have such a quiet solitary. ”Gretchen moved closer to me on the bed. We held each other while she kissed and sucked at my breasts. Her fingers were deep inside of my pussy while she placed soft kisses on my lips. I was so exhausted from all the orgasms she had given me. Gretchen held me in her arms and put her pussy down on mine. She moved it back and forth while we kissed passionately on our lips. I could feel how wet her pussy was while she rubbed hers on mine. She played with my breasts while we made love to each.