I realised she wanted the masterful approach and of course that was fine with me. But I also wanted her just as a woman, I knew if it was going to be ...nything it would have to be the whole vamoose, hook line and sinker. I wanted a woman for keeps, not for a quickie in the study. I told her that. But she smiled beautifully and simply replied: ‘Yes sir!’ and somehow it was working. I adored how she adjusted herself to meet my needs. Opening wider and grasping my head as I worked between her. She slammed the door closed and shoved the blanket against his chest. Here, you can go sleep on the couch tonight. The hell I am, Im sleeping in here, his voice firm. She was going to put him on the couch, he didnt even live here. He wanted to laugh, they were acting like a couple who just had a huge fight. No, your not, she simply said. She didnt know what she was doing or why she was doing this. What no sex to? he asked as he stared down at her, her hand on her hip. Thats the whole point of. ..'' I began, ''I'ts certainly a good likeness.'' I admitted.Dean then slid his drawing over to me, it was a little more basic. He had drawn a stick woman with long hair bent over, standing behind her was a stick man, and in front of her was another man. He then pulled back the drawing and began writing. There was an arrow now coming from each stick figure, it appeared that I was the one in the middle of the men. And the two men were written as himself and Chad.''You drew me in a spit-roast.''. Sara giggled and continued to stroke his raging member through his clothes. ‘I think you should take me back to yours’, she giggled and walked down the road, her legs looked fantastic in her suede heels. She beckoned him naughtily with a finger and Greg could all but resist! They got into the cab and the journey seemed to take forever. All Greg could think about was fucking her. He sat with his hand on Saras thigh, occassionally stroking it. He began to inch his hand further and further up,.