I actually really didn’t like horror movies but it didn’t matter. I was just going to think about Monet the whole time. Nothing seemed real about ...hat night. I needed time for my brain to process that it actually happened. I hooked up with Monet. She said she wanted to do it again too. The guilt from using the cologne started to fade away. In fact, I hardly thought about it. Ten minutes went by and we were already out of popcorn. I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I didn’t have a clue what. Cliff didn't really care for it, preferring classic haute cuisine. Finally, about eleven the guests started to leave, and the last were gone by midnight. The caterer and his crew had already left leaving Cliff and Stephanie alone in the apartment.When they went back toward Stephanie's bedroom, Cliff reached for the girl, reflecting that this would be two weekends in a row. She turned away from him, saying he would ruin her dress, and asked him to wait a few minutes until she called him. This. " She nodded and listened. "I've gotten the impression that when I say something which comes across as stupid, people don't call me on it. They seem to just stay silent and then stop talking to me." I looked at her, trying to gauge her reaction.She was leaning forward and looking sympathetically at me. She encouraged me when she said, "I'm intrigued. What's an example of something stupid you've said?" Although it is not something too controversial, it is something which made me come across as. And I told him how his arse fucking was the best I ever had. “My specialty.” he said, “That’s the next course.” “I’m ready.” I said as I turned over and buried my head in the soft pillows with my knee’s raised and my arse in the air. Conrad went to his case and got his lube. I like a man who is ready with everything, he proceeded to lubricate my opening to ensure a smooth entry. At first, he inserted one finger, then two, my body was twitching with excitement already and I was pressing back on.