It wasn't a big, flip job, either; it was one of those new smaller ones that fit in your pocket. Money.She began dialing a number. I didn't immediatel... panic, because I expected she was calling a friend to tell about how she was riding "that Deejay." I'd never had it happen mid-coitus before, but there's a first time for everything."Hey!… Yeah,… I'm on him right now!… I know!… Find out for yourself."Huh?"I know!… I KNOW!… No… Oh, I haven't told him yet…"Huh?"Okay, how long?… Twenty minutes, got. Louis.We were always very close when we were growing up and I miss them very much. Investing a lot of time and effort we coordinated everyone’s schedules, did some rearranging and finally were able to put a plan in place to get everyone together in one place for two weeks. The occasion was our parent’s fortieth wedding anniversary. We were all pretty excited about that. But to be honest we were all probably more anxious to see each other, to be together again, the gang of five.Having just. Sneaky bitch!I dragged myself out of my orgasmic stupor and launched myself at her, tackling her just as she had grabbed the vial. My sticky stomach was plastered against the back of her soccer jersey. I tried to pry the vial from her fingers."Let go, Alexa!" No! Please let me have it!" she whined."Let go now, or you'll regret it," I said calmly.She didn't let go. I jammed my hand between her legs, grabbed whatever fleshy bits of her pussy were sticking out to be grabbed, and squeezed as hard. There was a silence as we sipped our drinks."You look good," she repeated. "Do you work out?"I nodded. Now I knew I was being cross-examined."Fit body – you were always handsome, you know. Nice car, nice house. But Manchester?" I worked for a bank in London until just under two years ago. It's cheaper and less stressful up here." Different job?" she asked. It was an offhand question, but I thought she was eager to know all about my life. Why?"You could say that," I said, but no more. She would.