We could not be traced back by that route. We learned one more fact. Another car with four people in it was due to arrive right away. We saw that they...were going to follow us but one man thought it was possible to rush the room and capture the four of us.I considered leaving the cars and calling a cab from someplace down the road but I didn't want to risk walking at this time of the night.It was twenty minutes later that the other man's cell phone rang. He gave directions and in five minutes. We exchanged the normal pleasantries and parted ways. A few weeks later she had come over bearing a bottle of wine and small cheese and meat tray for snacking.I asked her in and that’s when we started talking about our exes and life in general. She wasn’t thinking about getting involved and neither was I. A match made perfect. I had used visions of her as fodder for personal release a time or ten, but that's all it had been to that point.Back to tonight. We finished cooking and sat at the table. He had decided to play it cool because he was still imaging his sister sitting on his cock. “Oh,” sighed Meg with relief “Ya I think I like it a lot, although it’s not quite as nice as yours.” And with that said she reached out and took hold of Chris’s cock. As soon as her hands came in contact with it immediately sprung to attention and grew to its fully engorged size. “Ha-ha,” Meg let out a little laugh as she began to slide her hand up and down it and it bobbed to Chris’s heartbeat. Then. It went from her shoulders to just below her knees. The top was finished in a black, faux-fur edge, and hung on her beautifully from a neckline that went almost off her shoulders to plunge in front and back. The dress had seven large black buttons closing the front, and a wide, black belt that gathered tightly at her waist."I'd like to hire that cab, there (she pointed), number 5 down." Lady, you get the next one in line. All right? Is that all right?" Well, you see, I really want that one.