She thanked me and declined, asking me not to be offended, but she’d had a drink spiked before. That sounded like my sort of luck and I told her so!...Her reply to that floored me.“No one has luck like mine,” she started. “Especially good looking guys like you!” She even said it with a smile.No one had EVER called me good looking. I was instantly ready to marry her but of course knowing my luck she’d turn out to be a guy in drag and couldn’t legally marry me so I offered to accompany her to. “Why the fuck not?” he exclaimed.“Just a bunch of bad timing things,” I tried to explain.“Bad timing? Bullshit!” he said. “Sex – fucking – isn’t good or bad timing. All you need is fifteen minutes in someplace where you won’t get interrupted ... you do know how to do it, don’t you? Where to stick it in?”“Fuck off, of course I know that,” I replied, punching him in the shoulder. “It’s just not as simple as that.”“Bullshit, it’s only difficult because you are making it difficult,” he responded.. “So,” she said, “would you like to go back to your apartment and masturbate with me?” Dark enveloped them inside his apartment and cushioned their fall, sinking down onto the sofa, their mouths meeting, inseparable. The windows, decoration, paintings, furnishings and surroundings dissolved around them, their focus funneled into the sensation of lips parting, overflowing in feeling. Their bodies shifted against and across each other. She felt his hardness grow beneath her, coaxing a soft. Her tongue passing up and down the underside of my cock, licking the head just to tease me, Liz leaned over and began to kiss me, one of my hands moving to her breast, massaging it, tugging her nipple and drawing moans from her as Sam drew moans from me. Enjoying the moans she was hearing, Sam let go of my cock and moved up my body, positioning herself above my cock and with a fiery look in her eyes she lowered herself onto my member plunging it deep inside her, her moans leaving her on a gasp..