.. personal space. Is that clear enough for you? I don't even have enough space to think!" Well, Honey, I guess I'm a little slow. Just what did you h...ve in mind?" Maybe we should start seeing other people.Baby, things are moving way too fast for me." Well, Joe, things are just moving too fast for me." Geez, Candy. We've been living together for two years. Just how slow do you want to go?" Joe, baby, it's not just the speed. I think, well, maybe we should start seeing others."Wow, look at that. The whole thingwas crazy, I was burning up with a mixture of anger,passion, exhilaration and jealousy all rolled into one.I was just about to burst into the room when anotherguy came up from behind me and entered the room. As hedid, I could see Pat lying on her back on a table. Shewas completely naked, her legs where wrapped around the‘roadie’ as he, fully dressed, rammed his cock in andout of her. It was only a brief glimpse as the door shut behind theguy but it stopped me in my. One more thing: because it wasn’t formal, we put on loafers over our bare feet. We had agreed that black stockings would be much too formal for breakfast wear.And there was another thing about outreach: We didn’t need to identify ourselves to the hostess. For some reason, she just automatically knew who we were. How strange. Anyway, we were shown to a rather large round table close to the back of the room in front of the glass wall overlooking Portsmouth. I guessed that the cold lobster were. Throwing caution to the wind, I put a hand on her cheek and pulled her face to mine. Our lips met very gently, then pressed together. I pulled away. Her face was dreamy. I brought her face to mine again, this time pressing more, and kissed her well. My other hand went round her back and pulled her to me. She melted into my body pressing hard against me as we kissed. Damn, but this was already getting dangerous. I pulled back."Um, thank you," I said.She still had a dreamy look in her eyes.I.