I noticed him in there, setting up his bench press and he waved when he saw me. So I strolled up with the dog and had what I thought was a normal frie...dly chat. John’s in pretty good shape. He is about 6’ tall (a couple inches taller than me), weighs in around 175, and has just a little of that dad-bod-gut that most of us sport. I’m a little heavier but not much, and know my way around a gym too. It looked like he was pretty ambitious about the weight he was about to press, so I offered to tie. When she finally recovered after losing consciousness, she conceded that in a very short time I would be as good as Liz.“And Liz,” she noted, “is the very best alive!”High praise, indeed.At Antoine’s that evening, I had another surprise. We were greeted in French by the maître d’, to whom Kris replied in machine-gun fashion in perfect Parisian French. The man’s eyes widened and he kissed her hand. Truly, he was impressed and so was I.Although we were handed menus when we were seated, Kris took. "Well, are you guys friends again?" After last night I thing we are a little more than friends." Ross said."Shut up, tell me everything that happened." How am I supposed to do both those things at the same time." Ross joked."Oh come on you have to tell me, your killing me over he-" Suddenly the phone was ripped out of Ross's hands. "Ross will have to call you later," shaun said "we have some unfinished business." He than hung up the phone and swept Ross off his feet."You didn't think I was. I let myself fall on top of her, the whiskey lubricating the motion of our bodies nicely. I began to fuck her faster, causing Ana to moan and scream in pleasure. She clamped her arms around my back and let them roam free. I wiggled my hand down to our joined bodies again, and with one quick flick of her clit, and a push of my pelvis her walls clamped tightly around my cock, her back arching, her nails digging into my back drawing blood, her toes curling and a animal, guttural scream escaped her.