Time is a flywheel whirring in reverse, whistling softly. Today I will take the metro, at the same time of course. The wheels will squeak and squeal ...n just the same way. I will breathe in the people and the scent of their lives. I will get off at Gran Via. The train will slip away, leaving my nose filled with tunnel air, stale and temporary. I will walk to Puerta del Sol, past painted young women offering morning sex. I will enter the cafe. I will hear the rattle of silver spoons on china. The jeans fell to the floor and he stepped out of them. He crawled onto the bed and didn't stop until he was straddling her chest. He positioned his cock between her lips and pushed it into her mouth. He moaned as he fucked her face making her gag. His cock went into her throat and he held her head there. Saliva was running down her chin as she looked up at him with pleading eyes. When he finally pulled out of her mouth, she was gasping and coughing, desperate for air. He got between her legs. I watched him as I pulled up my dress and placed my hand between my legs and started to stroke my wet pussy. With two fingers of one hand, I parted my lips and exposed my hard aching clit and with the index finger of my other hand I gently circled it. As I felt the surges going through my body, I could see the gardener and I imagined him with his taught body, taking down his pants and freeing a rock hard giant cock and moving toward me. My wet aching pussy wanting his hardness inside me. I. “Shower?” I asked her with a hint of amusement. She just nodded and leaned her head against me as I carried her into the bathroom. I started the shower up, letting it get warm before turning the spray on and moving us both under it. She let out a low satisfied sound as the water washed over us and I had to agree it felt amazing. Apparently Jamie refused to be satisfied yet though. After a few heated kisses she wiggled free from me got to her knees, wrapping her hand around the base of my cock.