My hand brushes over my nipple and I shudder. When I slip my hand under the covers and feel between my legs, my fingers slide into a pool of moisture....I'm so wet that my lips are slippery, my thighs are coated & I can feel the sheet damp under me. How could this have happened? It felt so real. It still feels real. As my fingers play through the wetness and heat I realize that I'm already so close to orgasm. I turn my head & from the street light coming in through the bedroom window I look. He sensed her body curled above his head.Some time later, he felt Melissa shift. She knelt, one knee by each ear. Her body scent flooded over him. He inhaled deeply, breathing her in. She smelled of oil and jasmine and sex. She leaned forward, breasts pillowing on his stomach. Her hands worked his quadriceps. Eventually, she lay fully against him. The vee of her crotch rested on his chin. Overwhelmed, Richard found his tongue involuntarily stretching out to taste her.His mouth exploded with. She was about to leave in tension. Then all of sudden her daughter came and gave her cell and was a little angry. She was just 6 years young.She told her mother, “Please check who is disturbing me. I am unable to play my game. Who is this stupid fellow ringing again and again?”I was shocked to listen to such words and so was she. We looked at each other and smiled. She said thanks to me and left. I also left after taking my parcel and somehow I was confused. Should I save her number or. By the time she took my order he had drained his and asked for another. He ordered his third double shot from the waitress who took our dinner order.Dinner was a fiasco. Conversation on his part was slurred and punctuated with a series of four letter words of which the national verb was used most often. He had his fourth and fifth drink during dinner. I seriously thought of excusing myself to go to the restroom and slipping out to take a cab home. I then realized I didn't have enough cash with.