Not a lot of work to be done and should only take a little time to put a post fix in the repair the broken post in the middle. I had left the women ch...tting in the kitchen so walked back to tell them the news that things weren't too bad.I found both women in the lounge sat together on the sofa chatting when I walked in.I told them it wasn't too bad and wouldn't need too much to repair it so would go and get the supplies.Sarah told me to ring when I was on the way back and just let myself in. “If that doesn't work, you can always try touching your g-spot,” he adds. She should know where that is. Some of the best orgasms happen that way, like squirting.“Where's that?” she asks, honestly clueless. If she squirts, he's gonna lose it.“It's inside you.”“I haven't done that yet,” she replies, sounding nervous. God, why is this so hot? Mat chastises himself, trying to push aside his thoughts and continue for her sake.“There's nothing to be worried about, it won't hurt. It'll feel really. It was all too much for me, so I thanked her for dinner and a movie and headed for my hotel.The aftermath of Number 4 The bartenderIt still wasn't 9 PM yet, when I put my bag down in my room at the Berkeley Marriott. The night was still young and trying to hold my own with the nuclear physicist had stressed me the fuck out. A cocktail seemed in order so I made my way down to the bar. There was hardly anyone in there as I pulled up a barstool and ordered my vodka. The highlight was the very sexy. She hadn't thought about anyone but her husband since they met. But she couldn't help herself. The harder she tried, the more Scott pushed himself into her thoughts. So she went with it. She thought about what it would feel like to make love to him. She put her hands where she wanted his to be, where she hoped his mouth would go. She parted her lips and massaged her clit imagining him sucking, licking, and kissing. Her mouth opened, she moaned, she lifted her hips bucking to his imaginary.