I swear just the thought made pre-c*m dribble out of my c**k.I could only imagine her kicking off her coffee coloured heels, and hitching up her skirt...and pulling down those wonderful sheer tights and hopefully leaving them in the bin of the unisex toilet, where i`d look after she was out of sight, and then pulling out the new pack opening the box, stretching out the tights, and then placing one foot in to the nylon material and making sure the toe seam is straight and then placing the other. Or naked. No one will bother you if you’re with me.” She made a sharp whistle with her lips and Max came running out of the house and sat attentively beside her. Shocking herself, and everyone else, she put her purse on the bar and started to undress. She had suddenly slipped into some kind of an alternate reality in her mind. She wanted to amaze herself, and Scooter. She wanted to embrace this wild lifestyle wholly, if only for one night. After she got her top and skirt off, and was. What was going wrong? Why were they failing? What was missing? She knew that there was nothing in the world that she wanted more than to make him happy, and she truly believed that he felt the same toward her. But somewhere along the way they had lost a connection, a spark that kept the flame within both of them roaring, and now she really feared that they were unconsciously, and unwillingly, drifting apart. What could she do? She had to think of something. Do something. Anything.. Well he said,that sucks, I'm coming over to keep you company, make sure you have beer. I told him it was OK he didn't have to do that, I was tired and didn't want to have company.His eyes glared at me and said slowly and strongly, "I don't give a fuck if your tired or not, I said I was coming over and you'd better have beer. Do you have beer?" I told him yes I have some in the fridge, but like I said I was tired and didn't want company, thanks.That ticked him off and he leaned on the table and.