I was an idiot. I was drunk, I didn't know..." Go to hell, David. You slept with another woman, in my bed. I don't care if you were drunk. Just go awa..., I don't ever want to see you again."Smiling, David reached out a hand toward her, "Come on now, you don't mean that. I found her for us. Remember how we've been talking about getting with another woman — about how hot that got you?"Andra's face flushed red. "Shut up. I said that if that happened, we'd do it together. Get away from me, you. Yes, it was alright for her to bring that Dutchman along. So Jane had asked Ian if he would like to come with her, and at eight thirty they arrived at Abigail’s. Her scrutiny made Ian feet a little uncomfortable at first – but before long he felt quite at home there. The company was small and so there was ample opportunity to talk without shouting. He met a couple of Jane’s co-workers and got the impression that they all knew exactly who he was. ‘Jane told us all about you,’ one of them said.. The words in her ear had just tripped off my tongue. Now it was my tongue itself that was in her ear. She turned her head to kiss me, a long, lingering and loving kiss. Her tongue was dancing with mine. Again I experienced this extraordinary feeling of closeness to her. And then she pulled her lips away from mine in order to speak to Carl. In that soft tone of hers, the tone that she puts on when she wants something, she asked him to fuck her harder. I usually find it difficult to say no to. Slippery and elusive in the slipstream. Nothing morethan cold nubs, stretched and taut in the leather skinover his pects. Fingers strumming them, hard nubs justbegging for her palms, warming and soft. For a secondher palm in her own mouth, wet with warm spittle. Backto the apple-pit of his nipple, wet for less than asecond until the cold breeze of their passage dried onhis skin, leaving her hands chill against the moltenheat of his chest.Fingertips in the leather waistband of his chaps..