I picture you sleeping still and wish I could have stayed in bed with you imagining all the ways we would spend the morning between the sheets. The i...ages running through my head combined with the pleasure of last night all combine to leave me in the desperate position I am.My mind is wandering as I drive, wanting and needing to feel a release. I'm not even certain where I am as I pull my car off the road into the vacant lot, my thoughts consumed with the urge of release. Luckily it's still. He licked me good and fucked my pussy with his tongue. For a virgin he was doing great. “Put your fingers in my pussy,” I said, as I lied down on my back. John looked at me, as his hand moved to my wet pussy, and he inserted a finger inside my wet hole. “Put two fingers, and make me cum,” I said. John was following my guidance. He inserted two fingers inside my pussy and started moving them in and out, slowly. He was looking at me, while I was squeezing my boobs. He must be enjoying this view. She showed Ali the changing room and then asked Ali if she wanted either her or me to help her change. Ali just smiled, thought a moment, and then said that she should be fine but that if she needed any help that she would ask.While Ali was in changing the lady asked me if Ali was my daughter or my girlfriend I replied girlfriend. She smiled sweetly and told me that I was a very lucky man. I thanked her.Ali came out in the first dress and it was lovely on her. The lady was not totally happy. I was a millionaire. I had been since my trusts vested at age twenty-one. A mid six figure check would put a bruise on my balance sheet. Worse, the purchase would be only the first of the costs. Look up an old Tom Hanks movie, The Money Pit. Better yet, Cary Grant's Mr. Blandings Builds his Dream House.I consciously put Dr. Richards in charge of the decision. Any way I looked at it, it was an outright gift, attached to a very reasonable land purchase. When you boiled out the excess, the offer.