You feel yourself twitch slightly in your jeans, remembering the trench coat and boots that hid the beautiful skin that you so desperately craved.Open...ng the front door, you feel your breath catch in your throat seeing the red trench coat and black boots again. You can tells something's not right, though. For one, you know I never do anything twice, and you definitely know the look on my face isn't the lust-filled tigress you remember from that particular previous encounter."Hey," I break the. He acted as if nothing had happened, but hardly looked at her, as he continued to watch his video. she poured herself a glass of wine, and decided to forget about the incident.She didn’t give it another thought until Pabby arrived, the following Friday. They chatted, as usual, while they ate a take-away meal, with her drinking a couple of glasses of wine. She told him that he could watch a video, if he wanted to, while she took a bath. She was getting undressed, while the water was running,. I lifted my head and stroked her thigh, marking time. She opened her legs and looked at me.‘Go on,’ she said.I curved my hand between Anna’s legs. Her flesh was wetter and spongier than I’d expected. I rubbed stiffly with the pads of three fingers and her body seemed to give way. One finger slipped inside her, then a second. I flicked my wrist back and forth. Anna’s face was screwed up like she was concentrating hard about something.Her legs splayed; sinews stretched into bone. She began to. It was like being a bug under a microscope.A million fucking dollars he was supposed to get for this gig. Even if he didn't manage to boff the broad, he'd still come out of it rich. And, a celeb to boot. But, think of the hit to his reputation if he couldn't get it on. And, so far, four hours into show, he hadn't been able to. Couldn't get revved up. Couldn't get it up!Every move you make going out at light-speed on international TV. Think of it! Every time you let slip a fart millions laugh,.