As she looked up I apologized for cumming so quickly, and in her mouth. “It’s OK, I understand.” She told me: “Rea you ready for some more.”...“That depends,” I began: “What is o your mind” I finished.She stood and began to finger herself. She ordered me to lie on the floor on the bathroom carpet. As I laid down I watched her as she stood over me, rubbing herself. I felt my dick stir and it started to get hard again. She moved down, slide off her pants, and: “Do you wanna fuck me?” She asked.. The intimation was that I was too late, and that it was gauche to disturb diners who were already dining. Apparently I was expected to know that, and accept it as punishment for being tardy."I can see that," I said. "I'm not going to order anything," I said. "Maybe coffee," I added."I thought you said you were joining them for dinner," said the puffed up man with the pencil mustache."I said I was waiting for them," I corrected."What is your business with them?" he asked suspiciously."Well, I'm. That's true! You can, indeed. I did that as soon as I turned 18, myself, although they were VHS tapes that you had to rewind or fast forward to the good spots. Now they have the DVD's, and that makes life SO much easier when you want to get to the good stuff!" smiling to her, and winking like I have never before, I feel the pleasure building across my entire body."Will you take me to get me one, then? Help me pick it out?" she asks me in her little girl voice that she knows will get me to let. Once in the house, I could see that some things had been thrown around the room. I continued to follow her past the living area and down the hall to what I assumed was the master bedroom. She led me in and pointed to the bed. It was almost completely stripped, with sheets lying all over the floor and the sliding glass door to the backyard that they had in their bedroom stood open. I looked at her for further information. It was a messy bed and the door was open. Did she get that worked up over.