“Thanks a lot for the lemonade, Mrs. Romero. I really needed that. I guess I’ll see you next week.”She was struggling desperately to create some...excuse to get him to stay, and coming up short, she finally grabbed his hand and just blurted it right out, “Benny, would you have sex with me?”Well, that would stop anyone in his tracks, and he could hardly believe what his ears had just heard. His mouth opened and shut two or three times, failing to come up with any rational response to her question.. .. kissing me... her tongue licking the sweat between my clevage... what?Nothing until the back of the taxi... Jenny laughing... telling the driver to keep an eye on the back seat... her mouth finding mine again... her hand slipping up between my stocking covered thighs... under my skirt and into... oh god!I remember grabbing her wrist with both my hands and shoving her in and out of me... how many fingers had she used?I truly have no idea.Her tongue in my mouth the whole time... in and out.... Thank God the desk was there, otherwise he would have seen!He might STILL see... Martin's aching wood was just refusing to behidden."I... I... I... think you should go..." Martin managed to squeak, tryingdesperately to clear his throat.Gary gave the furiously blushing man a brief quizzical look - theclosest thing to an expression since he had arrived - and stood up toleave."Um... thanks for coming though... I'll, like, see you again soon..."Martin babbled as he sat there, desperately trying to. When her chuchis became bare, I put my mouth in between them. This time, she herself put out her frock and threw it on the bed. Now both of us were stark naked.A strong feminine smell was emerging out of her sweat soaked nude body, which was driving me mad. She had taken the Lund in her hands and was doing all sorts of things as per her wills. I was, time and again, grabbing her Boor in my palm and squeezing it now and then-driving her jump on my thighs. Both of us were heated up. I hold her.