“Did you bring it?” she asked quizzically. He fumbled his jacket pocket and removed a small package wrapped in brown paper. The word “Isabelle�... was perfectly handwritten in inked script diagonally across the top. She turned the otherwise blank package over in her hands inspecting it for any signs of postage marks or a return address. “Are you going to open it?” Connor asked with the wide-eyed enthusiasm of a child. She looked at him and cocked her head. “I’m sorry, Iz, I just wondered about it. Light. Clean. Intoxicating.Valeria purred into Alejandro’s mouth. “Alejandro, you have Spanish magic inside you. I feel it. The magic of the conquistadors. Don’t hold it in, Alejandro. Let me release it for you.”Valeria slid down the front of him to her knees. She palmed his trousered erection and stage-whispered", “My conquistador.”Alejandro was floating to the ceiling now. Blissful. Happy. Erotically charged. He was eighteen years old and there was a twenty-something-year-old woman on her. ”“Your turn?”“To show you how I’d fuck him,” Steph answered.“You want to show me how you’d fuck him?”“Yes,” Steph answered. “I do.” Steph stood up from the bench and told Jack to lay down. Jack knew what was coming. He wasn’t surprised. Steph liked to be on top. Jack lay back on the bench, and Steph climbed over him, straddling him.Holding Jack’s cock in her hand and guiding him to her pussy, she said, playfully, “You’re not as big as he is, but you’ll do.”“I’ll do my best,” Jack answered,. I went back to my apartment and, once inside, immediately drew out my hard cock and stroked to the memory of her haggard face and sweet cleavage, perhaps it was the contrast between the two that made me want her so very badly, and now I was worried that she might even call the cops, accuse me of harassment, and thinking how fucking stupid it was to give her a handwritten note. The worry withered my cock and the phone rang to scare me even further, like it was going to be some detective, already.