I shared it with him. That night we met for the first time for dinner. I wanted a fuck and his dick in my pussy. So I wore a sexy spaghetti one piece ...ith a strapless bra, which showed my ample cleavage.He took me for dinner in a five star and on his rooftop lounge. We started by sitting opposite each other and having our drinks. Slowly as time passed, he was sitting next to me. We went out to the lonely porch to smoke, I was a bit tipsy with the drinks, and there we kissed for the first. Mr Lewis's hand rubbed circles up my leg and side, sliding up under my shirt to where my boobs sat, bra-less. He pinched and squeezed my b-cup breasts, turning me on even more. I broke the kiss, "Mr Lewis...we..we", "Shh" he responded kissing me again. "You want this." He moved his hand to my other breast, pushing my shirt up in the process. He moved his kisses to my neck then down to suck my tit into his mouth. I moaned, something I knew I shouldn't be doing. I felt his teeth brush against my. Amanda grabbed hold of him and held on for dear life. As she saw the way he handled the motorcycle she became aware he was far from a pro cyclist. "Where are we going?" he asked.Amanda gave him directions and sighed a deep sigh of relief when he pulled into the parking lot of the county building on Burton. He pulled into a space and stopped. He stepped off and helped Amanda to dismount.He looked around them. "Why did we come here?" he asked."Well," Amanda drawled, "If you want to get a marriage. I bent down and pick her up and carried her to the bed, depositing her on her back. Reaching down I roughly pulled her jeans off to find she never wore panties. Pulling her legs apart to expose her wet, juicy slit I dropped to my knees, my tongue went deep inside her pink. The aroma was so sweet; the juice had a taste to die for. I nibbled on her clit, my tongue lapped at her like a cat lapping at a bowl of milk. With one hand I held her leg and the other I forced my middle finger in her tight.