“A penny for your thoughts,” she asked. I chuckled again. “You can have them for free.” She looked at me, “What?” I looked down and spoke....“I miss you my friend.”I’d had a rough day with some crawl jobs and generally dirty old equipment ill kept needing too much labor to get running again. That was the fare in winter with furnaces never tuned up in the summer, frankly needed replacing. I know I smelled strong like diesel and my clothes were grubby dirty. I couldn’t have been much fun to be. He finally finished and collapsed on top of me. We were both exhausted and breathing hard.Several minutes passed. I broke the silence, “You’d better give my panties back before I leak all over these nice leather seats!” He laughed and rolled off of me. I slid them up my already wet and sticky legs and over my garters and hips. “Take me home, my lover.”We straightened ourselves and got in the front seats for the drive home. I directed him to park a block away from my apartment. With a gleam in. He moans with pleasure a sound that sends me over the edge and I suck harder stroking him as he goes in and out of my mouth. he pulls away as I slow down " go to the bed" he says ' No " I reply " the floor? he asks pointing to the rug behind him. " yes " I say " lay down" he says " no you" he lays down and I straddle him taking his cock in my hand I guide him inside my dripping pussy. " oh my god " I growl I have wanted this for so long..I stand on my feet and hold on to the chair and couch. "Ronnie said, holding my arm and walking, "Martha's so right, you can be so stubborn."I said petulantly, "So what's so good about this Anita?"Martha told me that Anita was born in Mexico but moved to California when she was a baby. She was educated, partly in France, partly in the States, partly in Mexico, and Martha arranged for some of her tutoring for over a year. She was seventeen, just graduated from high school, interested in dance, film, and all the arts. Her dad died in an auto accident.