While she waited for Mario, Samantha decided to take an afternoon nap.She took a quick shower and slipped in under the covers. She was feelingmuch bet...er and she looked forward the time Mario was back in his ownskin. She also was looking forward to feeling Mario's hard on in side ofher. She missed their love making and his cock.Samantha was awakened by the sound of a hair dryer. She stood up in thebed and wondered what the noise was in the room? She tried gathering herwits and remembering where. He had always thought it was a little funny that a girl could be nicknamed ‘hippie’ while appearing to be so stuck up. They had even managed to not speak at the office supply store that they worked at during college. The same one that Evan had just been ‘laid off’ from. He followed Jane, realizing that they finally had something to talk about. He made his way out the front door, hoping she hadn’t left yet. There were only a handful of partiers out front and soon he found her sitting alone at. "Hi, there," he said.He looked just like an exile from a motorcycle gang, big with large tattooed arms and even a multi coloured scarf around his head."Hi," I replied, "bit slow today?" Yep, but I don't mind," he said with a smile. "Why don't you come in and have look at my wall of fame?"I hesitated for a second then nodded, my pub lunch could wait."If I can I take a picture of each work," he explained waving at the wall covered with hundreds of Polaroid pictures."This one is great," I said. ."Pulling from your mouth, lifting you up from your knees, my hand back between your legs, fingers sliding easily inside you, your hot wetness opening at my touch.My mouth at yours again, devouring you, my hand spreading your lips, finger eased inside you.Then spinning you around, you grip the railing of the lookout, the valley view spread before you, as I spread you wide, guiding the tip of my cock to your most intimate opening.A moment of friction, delicious, on the edge of pain, and then.