She was flattered thinking how the smiling man inside the carchecked her out.Knowing he was watching in the rearview mirror, she suggestively swayedhe... tight derri?re as she walked away from the car, and towards herpatient bartender, which was perfectly natural in the high heels. Shewiggled her way up the front steps, her hidden manhood awakening inanticipation. She gently rapped on the front door.She could hear the footsteps as the anxiously reached the other side ofthe door, then stop as the. When Rachel arrived, I told her about my day and about my anger."You're like Thor," she said. "Your first impulse is always to strike, rarely physically, but frequently verbally. You were already like that in school." Like Thor?" Remember the Old Norse stories? The one about the builder – like in Wagner's Rheingold?"In the beginning, after the gods had established Midgard and built Valhalla, there came a smith and offered to make them a fortress, in three seasons, so excellent that it would be. Mandy must have sensed it because she smiled as her cheeks blushed pink. After another round, her girlfriends left so we moved to the bar. Mandy told me about her new job as a retail manager. We chatted about the weather. I told her a story about traveling in Panama. For an hour we talked, slowly rotating toward one another on our barstools until our legs touched. Mandy was wearing a casual blue A-line dress that extended just below her knees but her movement in her barstool caused it to cinch. ‘What was that? Don’t know if I heard you correctly…’ his Australian accent thick with his desire. ‘You! I want you. I need you! All of you,’ she writhed beneath him, lifting her hips so that only his head would enter her body before she fell back unfulfilled. Once again, she felt his smile upon her body, and just as she thought she would lose her mind while he seemed so unaffected, he grabbed her hips and entered her swiftly, burying himself in her as far as he could. She screamed in.