And Christmas Eve hadn't even been a date. Well, actually what it was, was magic. But I was kinda hoping that now that we've had four dates, that she ...ouldn't find it too forward if I asked her to spend New Years Eve night with me.I thought about the night we spent together. Of the fun of taking her Santa Claus costume off, and of my first sight of her fabulous breasts. Each one was the size of a melon: the softest ripest melon. I could lose myself in her breasts for hours, burying my face in. I sort of almost figured it out, at least enough to blast us rather out of direct controlled flight onto the roof of a stone one story building a bit away from the immediate excitement, and by landing I mean a rather sudden uncontrolled crash from the height of about fifteen feet. Still, any landing that you can walk away from...The pain of crashing did make Janice a little more alert for a minute or two, enough so that I could get something of a story out of her."Janice, do you have any idea. He slowly rubbed it against my swollen clit. “Mmmm,” I moaned. I lifted my dress and I watched as he masturbated me with the stick. I could see the bulge in his pants growing as I was getting wet from the pleasurable sensation between my legs. “Fuck it, your dirty girl,” Xiong growled. I opened my legs as he gently guided the stick into my wet cunt. Xiong laughed as he slowly slid it deeper inside me. “Oh yes,” I whispered, my pounding clit taking over my helpless body. I held the stick. The client in New York would actually require only a few hours every day. Hopefully, he could spend lots of time trying to woe Sharon. He had been planning this for some time and hoped that his senses were correct. She appeared to enjoy his touch on the plane and he didn’t want Sharon to think that his interest or feelings were trivial. Leaning over, John kissed Sharon on the cheek and said, ‘Why don’t you take about an hour to freshen up and change for dinner. I will knock when the car is.