She killed the shower and stepped out, towelling herself off. She patted a little moisturizer on her face and fixed her eyebrows, slicked her lips wit... a little lip balm. She grinned at her reflection and pulled on some fresh underwear, a vest and some thin leggings, stretching upward so that her muscles tensed and the remaining knots snapped and untwisted from her shoulders. Finally, she ran a brush through her long hair and took one last glance in the mirror at herself. It would do, she. ..but..." suddenly quiet but with the biggest smile he'd ever seen on her face Alan gently grasped her face again and kissed her as deeply as he could pouring all of himself into the kiss, he felt Hopix almost collapse against him then groan as the passion began to overtake her. Breaking the kiss they both were in a daze only capable of staring at each other. As always someone was always there to muck things up, as they both heard someone clearing their throat behind them. "Really Alan you. I love to have my breast massaged. So after a few drinks. I pulled a oil based lotion out of my purse. I asked him to do me a really Big favor. Would he mind rubbing the oil all over my breast. He smiled and said If he massage my breast I have to massage his cock with the same oil. I moved around in my chair. I knew what that meant. He was aiming to fuck me that night. I got so horny. I told him only if you don't try to stick it in. He said just a massage. I knew i wanted more but I couldn't. We decided to head back to his house which is more a mansion with the most spectacular views of Sydney harbour from his tiered gardens and patio. He went to make me a coffee( his style) and I relaxed in a huge sofa chair with a clear view of the moonlight shinning over the harbour, he came back and placed the coffee on the coffee table and we chatted some more, his knowledge of astronomy captivated me as I do a lot of reading on the subject, he decided to get more comfortable and squatted on.