So they wheeled me down the corridor and around a couple of corners, and left me outside a door with a sign that said "MRI testing in progress – no ...ntry." I could read it! I hoped they would hurry, because I've heard scary stuff about these MRI's, and didn't really know what to expect. I am a little bit claustrophobic, and was not looking forward to being stuffed into a stovepipe! So I waited there for a while, pondering the events of a most improbable weekend. And the face of the most. I walked over to her and straight away i was struck by a beautiful smile as she turned to greet me. we had afew drinks then decided to go back to my place as we both knew what we wanted. Entering my place we headed upstairs straight to the bedroom, Melisa then told me to unzip her dress and i did what she asked. Melisa was wearing a crotchless thong, she stepped out of her dress and turned around to me and immediately i was greeted by a 6inch soft cock staring me in the face and OMG my mouth. His firm cock throbbing. The people on the street, just walk on by with no concept of their world.Her hand slides over his cock, it throbs and twitches with her every touch, his tight trousers getting tighter as his manhood grows. She finds the tip of his cock and rubs her thumb across and a small damp patch is felt. His eyes are drawn to her cleavage; his finger traces her sumptuous breast line. "Mmmmm, a fab view"…….. he smiles and kisses her. They walk and talk, hand in hand along the bank. The bed was located conveniently near the largest window, which was almost constantly open even in the winter. Pots and sculptures adorned the floors and the windowsills. Papers hung everywhere that Claire thought potentially could be art. The floor, which had once been a nice wooden floor, was now pock-marked with the refuse of a painter. He looked up and there was one huge skylight right over her bed. Chris moved over towards Claire’s drawing desk. He traced gently the indentations of her.