I long to see you once again standing outside our front door in your long white night shift. The sun rising behind you, your nakedness revealed by its...bright rays.I dream of your touch and the smell of lilacs in your hair. The vision of your pearly white breasts and smooth white thighs make my heartbeat quicken. I imagine the taste of your supple nipples and buttery quim on my tongue. Remembering the pleasure on your face, and the sounds you made as I ran my tongue through your soft folds. My. I think so."He gave her the address, waited while she wrote it down, then said, "Be here in twenty minutes. Don't be late, or I won't answer the door." But..." Shut up, and get your ass over here."He hung up before she could utter another word.Laura glanced at the bedside clock, jumped out of bed, ran to the bathroom and peed.She brushed her teeth, and threw on the same dress she'd worn the night she'd met him; and hurried out the door after making sure she had her house and car keys.Her hand. “Yes, “I said, “Yes, swallow it, swallow it all.”My hands tightened into her hair and my hips thrust involuntarily as my cock throbbed load after load into her mouth. She took it all, still sucking hard on the end until I grew so sensitive I had to demand she stop and let me go.She rolled back on her rump to sit on the floor propped up on her arms and smiled up at me with a Cheshire grin that silently seemed to ask, “Well Mr. Johnson, how surprising was that?” She was completely. Martina, hidden around the corner, was apparently getting changed. I peered intently at the strip of fabric she had discarded. Had the lovely Martina taken off her yoga pants? A mental image of her standing bare-legged in the corner of the room, while she browsed the wardrobe for something to wear, sprang into my mind, and a shiver of excitement ran through me. "Where's your lav?" I asked. "On the right." The door to the other part of the flat was immediately next to the bedroom door, but as I.