If I had what you would call a “girlfriend” it was Claire back home in Montana. She was more like a friend with benefits. She was 33, divorced, no...kids, and had told me many times she could make us exclusive if I were to make the commitment. At the moment, we were happy with the way things were, and she didn’t beat me over the head with a commitment stick. I knew she wouldn’t wait forever, but I still felt there were other waters to sail.As Bea (she still hadn’t introduced herself) approached. Her long legs (have I told you what great legs Pippa has? well she does) were encased in dark shiny stockings and her feet in red high heeled shoes, with straps high up around her slender ankles. Her blouse was white; the top buttons were undone, allowing the sight of a lacy red bra, and the tops of the swelling breasts that were being restrained by that lucky garment."I can see you like what you see" she said in a broad West Midlands accent, far removed from Pippa's normal speaking voice "are. . need... to cum!"A force seemed to rip through Scott and he felt his balls clench up andthen he felt it. A powerful sensation raced through his dick, "OH,FUCK." He moaned as he shot one long pulse after another into herdepths. Energy seemed to flow out of him and into Cindy along with hisseed but Scott didn't care. The moment seemed to go on and on andScott became lost in a world of carnal bliss. When his senses returnedhe realized they floating a foot above the bed. The energy faded. It is hot, as it should be, and I can see your breasts heaving under the towel you wrapped around you as you breath heavily. You are so sexy, fucking hot. I can feel my cock stirring a bit. After a few minutes, you tell me, “That’s it, I’ve had enough! Too hot!” I smile, also feeling the heat but acting cool. I reply, “If it’s too hot, just take the towel off.” “I can’t do that! Are you crazy, what if someone comes in?!” “No one is going to come in, you know how empty is on Friday evenings! And.