But it was when we got home and I took the boots out of the bag that I had an even bigger thrill, I was about to throw the receipt away when I looked ...t it and saw a phone number scrawled on the back, it said, "Gorgeous, I enjoyed it very much" and was signed, "Mo" with three crosses after her name!"Phone her mum" he said and pulled me down onto his lap as I picked up the phone.It was just after seven that evening when she arrived looking even prettier than I remembered in a little black dress. You cry out as I slam my hips against yours, pulling myself nearly all the way out of you before driving it back in as deliberately as I can, one knee up on the table, your legs hooked over my shoulder, the rain beating against your flesh, my breathing heavy and rhythmic, yours short and gasping as the fire in your pussy grows and spreads to your legs and torso, you start to spasm as the orgasm takes control of you, nearly sliding you off the wet table, only staying on due to my hand on your. Your fingers wound in my hair as our tongues darted in and out of each other’s mouths. I broke the kiss to catch my breath and regroup for a moment. I looked your way. You were as breathless as I was and it was hard to tell which of us was more flushed at the moment. Your eyes met mine and I could see the passion burning in them. I motioned to the waitress to bring my tab and stood to grab my coat. I was more intoxicated than I thought; standing so fast accentuated the alcohol’s hold on my. A pair of fans lazily spun above the gold carpet. Zoë kept herself from commenting on the luxury of the home as Michael escorted her into the den.“I’m sorry about his place, it’s a bit big… here we can work on the table. I’ll just go up and get my bag… I’ll be right back I promise.” As he made his way slowly up the steps he remembered something else and turned. “Help yourself to anything in the fridge, or a drink of water… anything you need.” With that he disappeared from view. Zoë dropped her.