“Right mister,” I said sternly, “What was the matter with you yesterday, why the long face and why didn’t you answer my text?”“Sorry darli...g,” he smiled sheepishly, “I was just sulking, you know, you being with other men, out enjoying yourself and me at home, out of work and feeling like a fucking pimp.”“Remember when we first met?” I asked and he nodded.“Of course.”“What was I doing for a living?”“Well, er, nothing, you were on the dole.”“Exactly; and who kept me?”“Yes all right, I was out of. " I let out a screaming laughter inside me, not audible to the outside world. If he only knew, I think "Let's go" I say gathering my board, goggles and gloves. "I don't want him to see me." When we close the double door behind us, cute insecure Matt asks me:"I hope you didn't dash out because you were embarrassed of my age."I want to correct him that only because we spent the night together, it doesn't make us a couple of any freakin bizarre kind.Damn, it is such an embarrassing situation. I. A: so how was everything, are they going well.M: yes.A: so what else.M: can I ask you something.A: yes, of course, you can.M: where are you looking at.A: the project.M: not now before this.A: i took courage and told your mountains.M: mountains…!A: yes, they are huge.M: do you like them.A: I don’t like themM: then?A: I love them…M: she laughed.Then there was silence again I brook the ice.A: can I ask you something.M: yesA: can I touch your mountainsM: now, no what if someone sees.A: if no one. ” He replied. Angela led Mike to the kitchen. She leaned up against the kitchen counter and grabbed Mike by the waist. She kissed him passionately making their tongues dance. Moving her hands down to his waist, she unfastens his belt. Mike did the same to her, but he also unzipped her pants. He slid his hand under her lace panties and onto her pussy. She moaned as his fingers slid across her hot little slit. Angela unbuttoned Mike’s pants and began to rub his cock. Angela.