Our tongues wrestled which allowed pleasure waves sent to our genitals via our brains. My cock ached to be touched. I wanted to touch Tara and rub her...all over. I wanted her breasts to fill my hands. I wanted my cock it her cunt. She wanted the same. She turned around, punched in her security code into the number pad, and opened the door. She held the door, letting me in first but also grabbing my ass on the way through. I cant wait for you to fuck me, she said as we walked hand in hand. " She sighed and sat on the table in the corner of the room. "Crete, dance, life, they're all entwined. Let me tell you a story."The land of your birth is always your Home; no matter where you live, your Home never leaves you. And the things of Home never leave you, either. In Crete it is the Dance.Legend has it dance was invented in Crete. Logically speaking we know that isn't so. The whole Human Race has been dancing since music was invented. But our hearts tell us otherwise. The simple truth. These days, fucking her hard was the only option unless you wanted to get cussed by Sally. If we had owned one of those fucking machines, I swear Sally would have it going twenty four seven.She compared her condition to having an itch that she just couldn't scratch. But it wasn't for lack of trying on our part or that she wasn't experiencing orgasms. Even Jimmy was seeing it as a chore. Brenda complained of carpel tunnel as more often than not, if Jimmy or I couldn't perform, she or Beth would. A one-night stand was stupid, especially with a man I just met, who charmed me with computer puns and didn’t belittle my programming skill. But I was horny, and I needed a dick in me so badly. So I did it. I nodded and set my drink on the bar where the bartender could take it. “I’ll follow you.”He also set his drink on the bar and offered his elbow for me to take. My knees again softened—what a classy gesture—as I hooked my arm in his and let him lead me.As we walked to the elevator, he said,.