She stood up. "Well you have to come into the bedroom to see it." She said leading me again to the bed.She took me by the hand and led me to her room ...here she told me to undress as she tossed her multiple pillows against the headboard. Then she lit the candles.She pulled her top and bra off revealing her breast. Her nipples had always been puffy large and beautiful but tonight they seemed much more erotic and lusty looking under the candlelight.She unsnapped the mini skirt, but leaving the. She was facing me as she guided my cock into her arse. I was expecting it to be less tight after the pounding Rob had given it, but it was like a vice on my cock.She pushed all the way down until I was filling her to the hilt. “Does that feel as good for you as it does for me?”. I could only nod as her as pulsated around the base of my cock. Clare reached down and rubbed her clit. I could hear how wet she was. She kept eye contact with me as lifted her now soaking hand and tasted her own. When he got back he was covered in blood where someone had hit him in the face with a chair. I saw the blood and after asking if he was ok I asked about his girlfriend because she was this tiny little girl. I raced out to his truck and helped her out. When I went to close the door I was met by the most haunting eyes that I had ever seen. They belonged to a man that I would later get to know as Jamie. As I hustled everyone inside the house all the comotion must have woke up my son because he was. But there was something about this guy. It wasn’t just his good looks or his tall athletic build. It was something about the way he carried himself. A slow fluidity, a smoothness, a confidence. Like he knew just where he was going all the time. Like a river that’s swollen from a recent rain.So you hadn’t said “No,” or asked what this Art Cinema was all about because you wanted to seem like you knew. You wanted to be like that swollen river, you wanted to flow with confidence. The lobby.