We came straight here from the office so she's still in her work clothes. Her dress shirt is unbuttoned almost to her waist, and her skirt is hiked up...around her hips. The armrest between us is up and she's pressed against me, her hand on my chest. I have one arm over her shoulder and my other hand is inside her bra. She's whispering in my ear, telling me that she's been thinking about me all day. She says the more she thought, the hotter she got. She tells me about crossing her legs and. His towering glory was the enormous tower of flesh standing erect as if to salute the innocence presently lying under the tree.Eve had a queer feeling at her lower belly. She had never felt anything like this before. It was sweet and umm... ah, a torture too. It was making her warm and tingly down there. She wanted it to get cooled. She splayed her thighs a little more. Was she having an urge to make water? No. It was a completely separate feeling. It was making her shake. Is it a punishment as. Just be yourself, remember?)(God, her smile is just so... Dammit; an erection already. Just as well we're sitting at a table, not at the bar. This would be REALLY difficult to disguise. CALM DOWN. Wow; she smells lovely, too. It's only now I'm sitting with her that it's wafted across. What is that? No idea but I like it. Not overpowering but quite floral.)(Fuck. Think. Concentrate now. Get yourself back on track. Let's have a proper look at her now. Don't ogle; just show interest. Well, that'll. At such a short distance, he didn’t seem kind at all. He is looking at me with those big scary eyes. Unblinking! He has a big, rough face. His big mouth is surrounded by pair of two rough and ugly folders of flesh one can hardly called lips. He is no longer smiling. Instead he put a finger across his lips signaling me to stay quite.He didn’t have to. I have already lost my voice looking at this scary monster. He dragged me inside. His rough hands begin to undress me. I has no power to resist.