.You better tell me the whole story - and you canmake me some coffee now. I think I need it hot and sweet." She left thefallen case where it was and p...shed me towards the kitchen where I beganmaking us coffee, my mind in a whirl trying to think how to tell theevents in the best light for me.As I got the mugs and sugared them Claire ordered, "Right, begin fromthe very start, I don't want you to leave anything out."My mind still a kaleidoscope of thoughts I started, "Zoe saw me in ourbedroom from. No one will be able to tell". I guess being half drunk, and now partially stoned meant she was not in a mood to be picky. So she tried to squat down. But the space was too cramped and that was putting her face directly in my crotch. So I told her to just stand there and let it flow, and we can go for a swim after to wash up. Before I could finish my sentence her piss started to fly. With me standing only inches from her, the piss stream landed directly on my feet. As she pushed harder to force. I think that author had it right. I would like a good looking woman who is smart but I would give up both for a good heart." Abe, where do I fit into that view?"I said, "Well, if I work my way up. You're pretty. Actually, you're better looking in my mind than just pretty. You have classical good looks that will last."Next is smarts. I think you're smart. You've done well in your profession and, from what little I've heard, you have made an effort to learn more than just what you had to. ‘Is this a new outfit?’ He asked. ‘Yes love, Pat made it for me.’ Fran replied. ‘It looks great on you love. But then everything looks great on you.’ He added before kissing her again. Pulling her lips away from his, Fran told him that she had got it made especially for a surprise. And she took his hand leading him to the lounge. ‘God, I love your surprises.’ Ian told her with a cheeky grin on his face. She led him to the chair and then slowly undressed him before sitting him back onto the.