I thought we could spend the day in bed?’ Sitting there at the end of it he turned and looked towards her, ‘It’s my family, Sunday lunch. Maybe ...e could meet up after, say about six tonight?’ ‘Tonight?’ moving down onto her back and spreading her bent legs so he could see her glistening sex, ‘tonight I might have found someone else, someone who has a little bit more energy than you have, and can give me a little more attention.’ Recognising the emotional blackmail for what it was, he grabbed. I was already throbbing in my jeans, rubbing my hard-on against her and grabbing a handful of hair on the back of her head. Sliding my hands back down her body, my fingers found the opening of her jeans and deftly removed them, letting them fall to the floor.Giving her a light push, I caused her to fall backwards onto her bed. Dropping my jeans and underwear, I climbed onto the bed between her legs and kissed her deeply, rubbing the tip of my cock against her through her panties. I was almost. It was slick with our mingled juices. I smeared them gently around her pussy, then over her clit, circling it with the slippery fluid. Slowly I teased, softly rubbing and tickling. It soon had the desired effect as Leslie’s breathing sped up as she grabbed my wrist, directing my fingers where she wanted them. I sat up, then crawled back between her legs, and went down on her. I licked her clean, and turned my attention to her clit. I passed my arms under her knees and grasped her thighs,. .." Well, I have a ... a friend who's has a show opening at a gallery tonight, down in Fells Point. I was going to go alone, but..." Are you asking me on a date?"Derek heard the playfulness in her coy response. "Sure, why not?" he asked as he pulled up in front of the hotel.She put a finger on her chin and rolled her hazel eyes up and away in faux thought. "Well, let's start with the fact that I don't even know your name." Derek," he interjected."And how do I know I can trust you?" she went on.