“Harder!” she moaned. I squeezed harder and then pulled her top down, leaned over and took that nipple in my mouth, holding it gently as I massage... it with my tongue. “Ohhh, that is sooo good!” I sucked on that nipple for a couple of minutes and then straightened up again. Simultaneously, Jenny placed her leg over mine to turn toward me. I seized the opportunity to reach under her skirt and feel the tops of her stockings. She moaned. A clear green light. I moved my hand higher and her kisses. “By the time we go someplace fancy, you’ll have this crap down cold.”Startled, she looked up at him. “What, you mean you’d want to go out with me again?”It was Harry’s turn to look startled. “Well, sure, why not? Listen, I grew up with kids who needed servants to tell them what to wear and what to do. You already know that stuff - think of the advantage you’ve got!”“Oh, God, I think I’m going to cry again,” said Babs, who scurried off to the bathroom. Harry stared after her, at a loss for. But it at least gave me the idea to get up and leave my condo. So I set up a tee time, went out, and shot a horrible round. That's what happens when you get rusty I told myself.But at least I'd left my condo and gotten some fresh air. And for a few brief hours, I forgot about Saya.Of course, the instant I got home and looked at my couch, memories of kissing Saya there came rushing back to me.I spent the rest of Saturday night crying. Really, the whole night crying. Hours and hours of crying. I. Too bad she was leaving. ?Crazy shit.? ?Gotta love her.? ?Hope they look out for her in Yemen.? The guys looked back at her apartment, they would miss her in many way and hoped she would be back soon.Tara cleaned up and laid down to get some rest, it would be a long flight the next day. She called her three lovers and talked, laughing about their evening romp. She was satisfied and would have sweet dreams of the black gang fucking she just had. Too bad she might not see them for while,.