.and one glance out of his kitchen window and he will get the show of his life..'Baby' I whisper breathlessly...'he can see us...' 'Let him watch, why...wouldn't I want to show my girl off..?' you look me in the eyes and lower gently to your knees, parting my legs, feeling my body trembling at your touch. I open wide, and throw my head back, giving myself to you. You soft lips delicately press against my clit, a flick of a tongue ignites me and you eat me like your starved. Using your fingers to. I began to get that feeling as I started to cummmmmm I said Tony fuck me I am cummmming with that he swelled and exploded deep in me as I had moved all the way down on his cock it felt wonderful in me he came and came saying God Patti you are such a fucking slut how you take my cock and cummmmmmmmmmm so good Patti so FUCKING GOOD you are. Tony was still hard in me and I was moving kind of in a circular motion really feeling his big hard cock that fucked me so wonderfully. I told Tony I just. “This just isn’t enough for a naughty slut like you. Follow me on your hands and knees into the garage. Pulling my pants up I left her and walked into the garage. My garage is my inner sanctum. Besides the vintage GTO I’m restoring out there I have a couch, stereo and big screen TV setup out there. The big garage doors have a large window built into them. Following me Diane crawled in tithe garage looking fearfully at the window. “Just ignore the window slut. If it was a problem you should have. The middle is a (sweaty, panting, sticky) mess of nights out with cocktails, a lazy Sunday getting lost in the city, verdant parks, pizza in bed, too many restaurants... All punctuated by your naked body, your incredible and explosive orgasms, and the strength of the bond that connected us. There is one memory that always sits on top of the happy jumble as if carefully placed there so I'll always find it when I want/need it. It's the one I always come back to, whether I'm idly daydreaming or.