Afraid to move I laid back and watched as she raised the sheet up and exposed my hard dick. She smiled and said you get all the fun. Steve held my dic... at the base,as if he was offering it to her. She tilted her head and smiled. Don't mind if I do she said in a silly voice and bent over and kissed the tip of my dick. She opened her mouth and lowered down on my dick. I was in a daze, was I dreaming about this,was it the beer. I didn't care, I watched her close her lips around my dick and slid. The newspaper was in a tube on the same post as our mailbox, and I had it open before I ever got back to the house. There it was, a quarter page article, just below the fold on the front page. ‘HERO CANDIDATE STOPS ASSAULT, SAVES DINER!’ There was even a photo of the Westminster Diner, and I have no idea how they did that, since I didn’t see Donaldson with a camera. I stopped reading and headed back to the house.By the time I got back inside, the phone was ringing again. It was a request from. They can think what they want. When we’re alone in the elevator, the tension becomes nearly unbearable. I want to pick Ashley up and fuck her right now - I’ve wanted to all day - and I can tell she wants the same thing.I glance at her, and she blushes. I think I’m falling in love with two girls at the same time.We enter my apartment, and Emily is in the living room. We each take a seat beside her on the couch, and she kisses Ashley first, then me.“How was work?” she asks us, smiling. We both. So it was no surprise that when we entered, there were no other patrons in the store.An attractive sales clerk looked up as the door chimed, then came out from behind the counter. She was perhaps 5'6", and her auburn hair set off stunning green eyes. I made sure to keep my libido in check as she walked toward us."Hello. Bonjour. Welcome to Couture du Monde," she said.Her French accent was actually quite good--the French "R" is very difficult for most Americans to pronounce, but she managed it.