He talks about the coming soccer fixture. City are playing Spurs. Abbi turns on the telly and we watch the ten-thirty news on BBC2.Finally he says, �...Have to go now. Belinda will wonder where I am. We good for same time next week?”Neither of us answer. I stand and lead him to the door. Before he goes he turns to me and says, "You are complete Arse, Martin. If Abbi were my wife, there is no way I would let a bloke like me anywhere near her.”I shrug my shoulders. He continues. “Understand this:. . my idol for as long as I can remember” I began to get misty-eyed. “Even before Dick was gone I had ... feelings and dreams about you.”“Really?”“Yeah, those kinds of dreams ... Mom!”“That’s the first time you called me that in two days.”Things got quiet until our food came. We ate, feeding one another occasionally, which was very erotic, at least, to me. I’ve seen TOM JONES more than once!It caused our evening to last longer than I had expected. I paid the bill, she insisted on paying the tip,. From now on, I want you to refer to me as Sir. Is that understood?" Yes, Sir." Her words, punctuated by a sexy little grunt, were so soft he had to strain to hear them."Speak up, Megan. I couldn’t quite hear you." Yes, Sir." This time her words, husky with desire, were loud and clear."Much better. Now, confession time. Hands back on your thighs. I spent last night looking up very nasty sex act I could, wondering if you were honest with me, wondering what you fantasize about besides being tied. My earlier deposit was still dripping out of her, it seemed like she was reluctant to clean up, although she did occasionally like to taste it by gathering some up on her fingers.I said that I had some ideas, in fact I was sure about what I would do. But I decided to ask what she wanted, assuming it was going to be a “quickie.”There was no hesitation, she was on her side at the moment but turned to her belly, spread her legs, and said, “I want you in my pussy again, from behind, sloppy like.