“I’m not sure where to go from here.”“Everything look better in daylight,” Tink informed him, her face cracking into a yawn. “Old goblin s...ying.”“That’s a human saying, too.” Mike stared at his computer. He had even hacked into the website hosting the Society, only to find that it was just a run-of-the-mill Weebly page. Nothing of interest. Looking at Elizabeth’s picture, he changed her name to Queen Cunt. Deciding that wasn’t enough, he uploaded pictures of dicks for the rest of the member’s. The walls were charcoal, the heavy shag rug, white. The couch was covered in real zebra skin. Before it stood a large glass-topped coffee table with an angular brass base. Opposite the couch were a pair of horsehair ottomans. The soft cylinders were covered with skin from painted ponies. In one corner there was a reclining sculpture chair made of wood and black leather. Balancing the room was a huge, overstuffed white goatskin lounging chair. The accessory tables were made completely of glass.. If Mike pressed forward at all, he would slide up inside her. She felt him tense up too, as he realized where his dick was resting.He felt the heat that she was giving off down there, and had to hold himself in check to keep from taking that last, necessary, final step. He broke their kiss and looked at Jennie. She had opened her eyes when she first felt him lodged so tentatively at her entrance."Do you still want me to do it?"More than anything, he hoped that she hadn't changed her mind about. Megan laughed and said, “Um no, but maybe this weekend.” I could hear her squeal in excitement. “Well, tell me your good news.” I said. She was acting very excited at this point and I thought she might have popped. “I met this guy at school and he’s really great.” She said. “I’ve invited him to my graduation party this weekend, and I think he might be the guy.” “I am so happy for you Meg. I can’t wait to meet him.” I told her with happiness in my voice; it was about time. Megan had a history.