Anyway, I was on my own, so I spent most of Saturday getting ready for my date. Jack was picking me up around seven or so, then we’d go out for dinn...r and a movie. I wanted to look good, but not too good. Saturday night at the movies dressy but not evening gown dressy. I ended up rooting through Mom’s stuff and found a black leather miniskirt that she hardly ever wore any more. That, a red sequined tank top with a built-in bra, stockings, and heels. No panties. I thought I looked pretty good in. Suddenly, Amy let out a low moan as she felt his rough testicles touch her silky-smooth thighs. With long slow strokes, Peter began to ride Amy; slowly and deeply. ‘Oh Christ’, Amy cried softly, as she realised she actually wanted fucking. ‘Please don’t take too long’. Peter’s strokes were beginning to pick up pace as Amy’s bottom came up to meet him. He could hear her soft moans of encouragement and the small micro-shudders from within her wet sex.Suddenly, Amy realised the consequences of. "You didn't." I said, trying to think what she was apologizing for."I mean, what I said to you in the car. You were being a nice guy, and I see that now." She glanced at me, before turning her eyes to study a drop of rain on one of the windows."Hey, you didn't know me then. I didn't take it personal." And in fact, I hadn't. Beautiful women like her had reason enough to be suspicious of men offering "help." Thanks. Really." She looked up at me again and for a moment, I stared into her soft gray. Tongues met and intertwined for many seconds before they broke off their passionate kiss and she stepped through the doorway of his house."If you'd like to come into my bedroom, I think we'll do the interview in there" he said to her after first introducing her to the other two care assistants who lived in the house. She stepped in to his bedroom and immediately saw a collection of computers and hi-fi equipment that made the room look like a shrine to technology. The only place to sit was on.