" There, now is milady totally satisfied?" No." What is it now? I would like to get to the main event sometime tonight."That's just it. Now I want a k...ss." Can't be done; they come in packages of six. Roll over." Easier said than done. Cheaper by the dozen?" Definitely! Mmmm. That's one. Mmmmum. That's two. Mmmum. That's three. Mmmm. That's two." Lost count?" Don't think so. Where do you think I kissed on kiss two?" My right breast." And that's what I said. Mmrrrm. The more of you to kiss .... “Where did you put my red panties and my bra and my jeans and my converses, fuck where are my clothes?”I ignore her. I raid the fridge. Pesto Dip. Yum. Toasted tortilla strips. Yum. I give it a go. Super yum. “I don’t know I just threw all your clothes off you, didn’t care where they went.”“Maybe help?”I leave the fridge with a dollop of pesto on my finger. I come up to the naked Bell looking underneath a leather seat. I tap her on the shoulder, and she turns around. I plunge my finger into her. That brief fantasy of me talking to him was soon cut short my my over-processing and realistic brain. Forget it girl, he’s probably married. I soon had forgot about it and sauntered off to the shower. I note that when people are usually naked, (especially in erotic literature) they describe themselves and say their name. So I think I will follow suit. My name is Elizabeth de Groot. What is a naked body without a name? So there, we’ve met. Now for the more interesting part, as I step into the. Had Mae been surfing through porn sites at work? Opening up her History folder, he clicked a couple of the links in the site she had been to. Sure enough, all were hardcore pictures of pregnant women getting fucked by a series of big dicks. This was the kind of site he might visit at home on a lonely Friday night after drinking a couple of beers, but Mae? At work? He was stunned."Dave!" said Mae behind him.His mind raced as to how to explain what he was doing. He was instinctively embarrassed.