.." Yes?" Sorry, but I've had an, umm, loss of control, I guess. An accident." -- She looked puzzled, so I intelligently added, "In my pants." I had n... idea when it'd happened, as I'd been totally oblivious to anything beyond the kiss. You could ask the marching band.She looked down, then rubbed her hand over the outside of my underwear. I was about to tell her to stop because it'd be wet, when she said, "You're still hard."She was right. I hadn't noticed that either. I nodded.She continued,. Paul was relieved that his father would'nt be back so he could take his trophy home much more relaxed than if he had been given a lift.Paul's stepmom had been drinking but she clearly wasn't that intoxicated, she asked paul if he would like a glass of wine with her before he left as she wasn't quite ready for bed just yet, paul obliged and the pair headed for the kitchen, as she walked ahead of him he admired her toned tall figure in her skin tight jeans and tight fitting black jumper.As they. I groaned with a mix of pleasure and pain and she milked me with long slow strokes before concentrating on the head. It didn't take long before it became unbearable and I pulled away from her.She gave me an exaggerated sulky look, "Spoil sport." You're gonna fucking kill me."She straddled my chest and kissed me, "Only if you give me the chance. You've got a nice cock and you sure can fuck. You might not exactly die, but I reckon you'll come close."Soon after, we arose from the bed; I dressed. The air-conditioned car was a godsend after her sweltering apartment, and she took the opportunity to touch up the small amount of makeup she wore. A few minutes later, she found herself standing outside a neat little wine bar tucked between a two larger establishments, looking around for her new friend, and wondering what the night would bring. What if we don't have anything to talk about? A light touch on Miranda's elbow jolted her out of her reverie. Miranda turned to find Heather standing.