Come on in before you drown.’ I was late, as always. Gina was celebrating her fortieth birthday with a large group of friends; workmates, members of...her amateur players group for whom I occasionally wrote pieces and others. The invitation had read “posh frocks and dinner jackets – let’s sparkle!” I wore a long, gunmetal grey dress with a tight waist and tiny straps. It was, of course, silk and lined with more. My chestnut hair was loose under the hood of my long waterproof which I shed and Gina. I lay down on all fours, eyeing him up as he came into the room. Before he approached me he walked over to his dresser and pulled out a tube of lube, an indication of what was to come. He walked back over to me and I shoved his cock back into my mouth, continuing to suck him as he unscrewed the lid of the lubricant. He slowly spread the lube across his fingers before rubbing them over my tight hole, slowly inserting one finger, and then two into my arse. He slowly began to finger me as I sucked. I am not quite sure what will happen, but I am hoping for the best." Sophie, hope is not a bad thing, but what does your instinct tell you." Now that shocked me, it really did, she knew me better than anybody did, and even Melissa had to learn to spot when I was so apprehensive and feared the worst, and so wanted to use my Instinct to tell me what the outcome will be."It tells me that it will go alright." So do I. Will you come back here tonight?" I will, say six. I will give you a ring on your. Paul immediately turned around, picked up his cigarette which was about half consumed, turned back to the mirror and took a deep drag, hollowing his cheeks as he had seen Marie do. He exhaled slowly, letting smoke waft up about his face. He felt warm and tingly as he did so. It was now time to put on those new shoes, Paul thought. He sat down on the couch, put the cigarette in the ashtray, and commenced putting on the white pumps. He started with his left.