He couldn't figure it out. maybe the waitress genuinely liked theshirt and in his already conscious state he heard what he wanted to. Hestuffed Emily'... keys into his pocket and threw on his backpack. Theshades and cap went on too as he made his way home.**Andrew dropped his bag in the corner as he made himself comfortable onthe living room couch. His cap and shades went on the coffee table alongwith Emily's keys as he wondered what to do next. He had just called thesuper who was busy working on. At one point when he slowed I dug my heels into his hips and pounded my fists on his back. I almost screamed in his ear, “Fuck Me!, Hard!” When he slowed again I encouraged him, “Just one more, I’m so close.” It was a plea, not an order. For that short time that we spent entwined in one another’s bodies on top of the freezer I was no longer a demanding bitch. For that brief time, it felt good to be a giver and a receiver at the same time, to want and to be wanted. The next day when I passed. She didn't see me to the door. She kissed me one last time there in the kitchen."You have to go now," she insisted, pushing me away. "I'm having trouble controlling myself right now and I really do have things I have to do today." Control is way overrated," I suggested.For that I got another laugh, a warning squeeze on the front of my pants from the Amazon warrior princess' gauntleted hand, and a forceful shove toward the living room."I'll call you," she promised as I dragged my reluctant feet. She adjusted her saree pallu so that I can press her boobs without being noticed by anybody. She started pressing my cock and took it in her hand and stared stroking while I was pressing her both her big boobs. Since there was no light, I gently kissed her lips and asked if we can have sex. She said that she will have sex with me after marriage.After the movie, I dropped her to her office and returned to my office. In the evening, she told that she cannot speak to me every day as her fiancée is.