She came back and her outfit shocked me. short shorts and a wife beater and very little left to the imagination. we'd always been friends but it was h...rd to hide what i was thinking and she made sure to let me know she knew. she grabbed a couple of glasses and poured the wine and we settled onto the living room couch and talked for what seemed no time at all...until the timer on the oven beeped. then we ate pizza. more wine. she burped. she laughed. she let her hair down. literally. she has. Feverish now with the need to come, feeling it mount inside her to an almost unbearable climax, she actually lifted her ass slightly off of the bench, propped up by her hands on either side. The tread of the boot was firm and rough and the friction it caused against her dripping pussy was so good it was almost painful, the pressure against her swollen clit was making her lose her mind. She lifted her spread feet suddenly and propped them against Mick’s bench, one on either side of him, and. I got on my knees to reach her little breasts better. She leaned in and I opened my mouth wide and got almost half of her titty in my mouth. I sucked and licked as she moaned and squealed. I kissed her stomach and licked her navel. As I kissed lower and lower, she opened her pants. I stopped at the top of her panties. She slid her hand down and dipped her finger into her little pussy.I knelt there and watched as she fingered herself. She pulled her hand out and placed her wet finger on my lips.. The people walking by and walking in wore their loose jeans rolled up and their jumpers that looked older than Jerome himself. The women wore their hair short and the men wore theirs long and in a messy bun perfectly contrasting their well groomed beards. Everyone looked identical to Jerome. Suddenly he no longer appreciated the music-less bliss of the coffee shop as he listened to the sounds of coffee beans grinding and overheard conversations in well spoken accents that he didn’t recognise..