“I know you don’t I?” I said. “Yes you do. I’m Maria, Johns’ oldest daughter.” She said. John was my old boss at my job be...ore I got into the fire department. We became good friends during the time we worked together. We used to play racquetball, poker and going drinking together. We also used to have the families together for dinner, at least once a month. About 9 years ago he passed away. That was the last time I saw Maria, at her fathers’ funeral. At that. I’m glad you like it.” “I never had lobster cooked this way. What do you call it?” Rachel said. “It’s called ‘Lobster a l’Americaine’, an old French recipe, one of my favorites.” The wine made Amy bold. She tilted her head coyly and said, “Is watching one of your hobbies, too, Robert?” Rachel blushed and nearly choked. He laughed. “You knew I was watching, eh? I thought you might have seen me. But I couldn’t look away. You, dear Rachel, with the tiny vibrator were enchanting.” “Omigod, I. I loved how her hand would go all the way down to my balls, then back up and rub the head. She was like a pro, which surprised me a little thinking she had never don’t this before. My think was soon stopped when I felt her lips touch my ears.“I want you inside of me” She said in a tired whisper“Are you sure, I mean, here?” I asked while looking at all of the people around us.“I am very sure, now do it before I change my mind” She said with a stern pace I really didn’t need to be told twice. I. Jamie returned a few minutes later, wrench in hand with the same cock-sure grin plastered across his face. “How’s that tea coming along?” he asked cheekily, brushing past her and kneeling back down in front of the pipe work once more. Ruby watched the muscles in his taut broad back now, moving deliciously under the tight fitting T-shirt he was wearing. She noticed the nape of his neck and the way his hair, the colour of sand, tapered neatly into it. She tore her eyes away, furiously berating.