I waited, my temper building at the delay, and was about to hammer on the door with the hilt of my broadsword when the door opened.Mrs Bailey stood on...the threshold, dressed as if she had just come from bed, with her hair unbound, cascaded over her shoulders. Her red, flushed, face and heavy breathing suggested she had been disturbed from an activity of some exertion. She wore a wool shawl draped loosely about her shoulders, but I noticed the bodice of the dress beneath gaped with undone. .. don't get nervous," I said, laughing."You'd better!" she said. "This rear end is all yours and you'd better enjoy it!"I walked quickly back to my car with a spring to my step. Things were going great!As I pulled out of my parking spot, I looked over and saw her waiting at the end of the row of cars. I pulled in behind her and followed her out.It wasn't a long drive to her house, but it was long enough that I could see the surrounding area. I was used to cities in the West, where they're a. "Carmelita!" he yelled."Do me Maxwell Schoonover, fuck me, oh!" she gasped. Now the rhythm picked up its pace. Shit, he's climaxing already."Tell me you love me" she whispered again. "What?" was his reply."I need to hear it. Oh ... to hear you say ... oh ... you love me. I'll fuck you all night if you say it", she told him. There was no way he would disagree to that."I love you" he muttered. That's not good enough."Look at me and yell it" she pleaded. Time to put those Kegel exercises to good. Your expression is limited, unreadable, yet smooth. Your eyes pierce mine as I stare at you, the same unwavering look. As you approach me you glance to your left and catch glimpse of the bottle of champagne sitting on my bedside table, swiftly pick it up and take four maybe four draws and set it down to continue beading up with condensation. As you stand there, legs comfortably spread, looking down at me sitting on my low set bed, I inhale and take in the sweet mixture of that familiar scent.