Me:- ok, go and sleep its too late. If you are not getting sleep come to my room I’ll read you do some work.She:- okShe came with some plate of cere...ls and was cleaning. In my room i had a CD player but no speakers so i had earphones which i connected to CD player by a long extra wire so that i can listen by sleeping on my bed. I was listening suddenly i thought of asking her if she wants to listen. She agreed and i told her to come on to bed have a sheet on it n listen,with one side she was. He was giving me all that I had missed for so long and I never had to guide or tell him anything, we just clicked and by god I was glad we met. He delivered a fantastic clitoral orgasm and he fucked me to a cumm and he would have done it all over again if we didn't have to get back out there. It angered me that we had to get up off the bed and head back down to be with the ''Too Fucking Nice'' family.Graham went back down there first and I went back to my room to freshen up and fix my makeup. I. And then, of course, there was the wedding Alan and Marissa somehow found time to fit in.There were licenses to apply for, construction to oversee, permits to obtain. Some days were good. Some days were complete cluster-fucks. Yet, somehow, the good days outnumbered the bad and the restaurant opened on a crisp autumn day, using the name Brianne had picked out, "A Taste of Italy."Marissa didn't want anything to do with the restaurant side of the operation. She was the (self-trained) accountant. "George, tell me why you are so afraid of women."It felt like I stepped through the doors of an elevator; only noticing at the last minute the car was not there. Instead there was just a long drop into a dark empty elevator shaft. My stomach tried to crawl up my esophagus while cold spears of lightning shot down my back. Reaching down I grabbed my knees and tried to pull them into my chest. Was this woman mad? Did she have any idea what she was asking?Through suddenly dry lips I croaked. "No,.