, A.J. her bloody self!” I smiled again marvelling at his obvious excitement in just meeting me, “ Look,” he continued, “ I have to get back n...w, was just having a stroll in this lovely weather, but can we get a drink together tonight?”“Yes of course John, we’d love to. Say The Dutton’s Arms on the front at 8.30pm?” I smiled again as he took my hand, nearly shaking it off at the wrist,” God I’d love that, my A.J. you look so fucking hot, pardon my French, you look gorgeous!” I looked down at. We would discuss her family issues, about things she wanted to do, barely anything about me. She did ask me about whether I had anyone when I initiated the question. For both the answer was no.With the sheer lack of any decent interaction in college, I found her the best outlet to discuss and talk about anything. I initiated the next steps by holding her hand while cooking; all the while wearing merely a white vest and boxers with nothing underneath. Her palms were a bit rough – understandably. That is what he'd want. And he'd have insisted on bringing out the Goldschläger, Mike's drink of choice for celebrations. He made all sorts of jokes about gold plated turds, due to the gold flakes suspended in the liquid. We'd do some shots in his honor. I was already wincing. Those shots were my kryptonite. Three of them and I'd be hung over for days. But, so be it. He was my best friend. Time to raise a glass.I sat in my easy chair, looking alternately at my glass of Jack Daniels Single. Ariel's kiss became more passionate. I slid my hands down her back and onto her ass. I squeezed her tight ass and spread her legs a little. Ariel sat up on top of me, her hands on my chest. She started slowly gyrating, and my cock felt her inner thighs. Ariel slowly started dry humping me. Her tits bounced up and down inside her tank-top and her ponytail swung back and forth. I saw lust and carnal desires in her eyes. Ariel stopped humping me and slowly removed her tank-top and threw it on the.