“How hard?”“Really hard. He should be all right in a while.”“I guess we better go out and help him back in,” Steve said.“Could you wait ...ntil after I ask Denise to dance a third time?”The whole table, guys and gals, all stared at him. It was like a Martian had just showed up and asked if anyone was interested in having a spot of tea. He didn’t react.“Are you crazy?”“You asked Denise to dance?”“You did that in front of Greg?”“The creepy guy isn’t just creepy, he’s suicidal.”“‘Don’t call Danny. With her mother gone its just us two for the week. She talks about how much she missed me and how she is doing in her classes. On our way home we pulled through the drive through to pick up some dinner. She insists that she pays but has to grab her money out of the back. She turns around and bends over her seat to reach her bag. Knowing how wrong it was I couldn’t help but notice her jeans falling down a bit and reveling part of the top of a pink lace thong. My poor cock starts to throb knowing. “Damn baby you get wetter and wetter each time” , silence. “Hope you’re ready” , silence. With that he inches the edge of his cock into her and we get the first noises as she lightly moans as he pushes into her. Inch after inch slowly working deeper. Without speaking both Chris and I sit on the floor to get a better view. Slowly for two or three times he edges in and edges out, stopping to pause for a few seconds each time, teasing her. Then it changes, he without warning starts slamming into. I asked her about college and how the course was going, the usual stuff, before she left for the kitchen with my order. Before she went, she filled my coffee cup and left me extra creamers as she had got to know my tastes fast. "Some time you should try it without cream, black is a whole new experience, you don't know what you are missing". She told me as she headed to the kitchen. Something in the way she had given me that advice made me think, was it my imagination or did she refer to more.