She had five months seniority on me, and in those years that we worked on the same team, I had not seen her speak more than two sentences on non-work ...elated topics to anyone else in one sitting. Type, yes. Speak, no.Her father had ‘rustled up’ a few clients for her. More than she could handle. When I joked about her being the boss, she panicked.Sheesh.“Paula, I was joking, okay?” silence on the other end. “We can either use your father or have me talk to anyone that needs it, okay?”“Okay,” a. We hopped on my Ducati and I drove out of Langley. Alana did let it go, talking about mundane things. She knew me very well and knew when I was not ready to talk about things. I also knew the motives would need to be discussed, for her peace, and so she knows how much respect I have for her.“Where is this pizza place exactly?” She asked after we left Langley, and I opened up the bike, riding hard. I had a Bluetooth communications system in our helmets. She had picked us music to listen to as we. They pulled apart, panting with lust, ripped off what little they were wearing and met again at the edge of the bed. She lay down, feeling herself getting more moist by the second at the thought of him wanting her so badly.She could see his hardness, his wanting her, making her worse than ever, a bitch of lust. Forgetting all her inhibitions, she started to move her hands on her body, carrying on from where she had left off earlier. Circling her nipples with her fingers, she moved one hand down. "I don't believe that!" she laughed, "No one's ever made me cum before without actually touching me, ooh wow, I'm still shaking!"I kissed her on the lips and she moaned again as she tasted herself, "Jamie go to the store down the road and buy some more lager, I'll have a surprise for you when you get back!"I watched as she scampered upstairs, her sexy little bottom peeking out from under the short dress and I felt a surge of love for her, yes it was love not just lust, I was certain of that,.