"Never one to refuse a beautiful woman, I filled her request and her pussy.Later that day, I went to see Tim, taking along the usual offering of beer....We sat around and talked and drank for a couple of hours, while watching the last of the ball game. "Katie wants you to come to dinner this evening." I don't know, I..." She won't take no for an answer, if you don't show up it will be my ass in a sling. We will look for you around 7:00, I have no idea what we are having, but I'm sure we won't. I pushed my thumb harder against her mouth, pulling her back to me with my hand against her neck. It felt like when a rubber band snaps. Like when a balloon pops. Like when something is taut with strain and pressure and then suddenly breaks, and becomes completely relaxed. Her body strained against my touch one last time, then her lips parted and she took my thumb into her mouth. She licked the sauce off with a quick flick along the pad of my thumb. Then she ran her tongue all around the tip.. She moaned and whimpered in his mouth after finding his lips in the dark. He buried himself in her curves and softness while savoring her passionate kisses. Their bodies smushed together; she felt his entire muscular form on top of her. She slid her hands to his tight ass and laughed with delight. “Shhh,” she whispered to him in between kisses. She started to roll him onto his back, but he fought back. “Shhh,” she whispered again while rolling him over. He lied back and cautiously kept his. He looked familiar, but she couldn’t place him. ‘Yes?’ she called out through the door. ‘Ms. Hebert? I’m Trevor. Trevor Williams, I’m an attorney?’ he called back. ‘I gave you my Card when you tripped over that little bast… The child that tripped you? At Casa Ole?’ ‘Oh, okay, hang on,’ Stephanie said, then thought about it. ‘How’d you find me?’ she called back, anger creeping into her voice. ‘We have a private investigator, ma’am, I really don’t feel like yelling through a door,’ Trevor called.