You keep thrusting into me so so hard and deep against my g-spot and you’re groaning now too, scratching at my hips as you handle me harshly and rou...hly. You pull your dick out and I get to my knees again and suck you clean for a minute, until you decide it’s time to fuck again. So you pick me up and carry me to the dining table, you climb on and lay down across it as I straddle your waist, my legs either side of your hips, and I push your dick into my tight pussy slowly and begin to grind. You look amazing - the hair... the dress... God, your eyes!!!" he looked at me, and I almost melted!!!The party went well. I think I was expecting rowdier behaviour - but it was all quite civilised. I think Tracey Fenton (the birthday girl) had her parents skulking around somewhere. While there was a bit of alcohol - there wasn't too much to get people really plastered. David was driving and was just drinking Cokes.Looking back, In my mind - that was our first real "date". That was the first. Trusting his judgment, she touched his arms, the left covered in tattoos of dragons that he brought back from Japan and on his right, scars on his shoulders from Afghanistan. At first, when he returned, he could only stand to be touched by her when he was numbed with liquor. Then the liquor wasn’t even enough so he drank more. And more. And more. He kissed her neck gently, once for each of the months he’d abandoned her at home and while went to the bar to drink to forget. He kissed her. You kept walking all around the idea of are you or aren’t you dating each other. After that night, we knew. Whether you confess to it or not, you two are a couple.”“We can never be a couple in public and if you think we are a couple, you need to zip your lip. Meredith is my PA. She’s arranging for my housing when I get to campus and will help me with my class schedule. She has an apartment at Buxton House. She is helping me find the right kind of people to date. Of course, we are going to be.