Kyle felt his pulse rate picking up as he beheld the lovely young woman on the Karaoke stage and realized that she was quickly capturing his heart. Sh... was simply gorgeous anyway, in his opinion; but the way she looked, framed in the spotlight of the Karaoke stage, and wearing that sinfully delicious micro-bikini, she had his full attention on so many levels.Kyle made the decision at that very moment that this was a woman with whom he wanted to pursue a serious relationship. He did not care. " She replied, taking a sip. Kyle sipped hisdrink as well. "It's not too difficult work; filing, typing,entertaining the clients. You know, that sort of thing." Uh huh." Kyle replied, taking another drink. "This is very good."She smiled, taking another sip. "Thank you. It's my own concoction.You've heard of a 'slow, comfortable screw'?" Kyle nodded. "Well, thisis a long, hard, wet fuck." She said, emphasizing every word."Well, I'll take a long, hard, wet fuck with you anytime." He said,smiling.. It was quite bright, certainly sufficient to see the two people in the car. The angle was such that I couldn’t see heads, but, from the neck down to the edge of the seat the car interior was fairly bright. What I saw immediately, was that Sandy was right in the middle and, from her position, I thought that she probably was being kissed. It certainly was clear that whatever reservation she had about being intimate with Frank again had been eliminated. Suddenly, she broke away and removed her. ” She was referring to when I came all over her back the last time we fucked. “I really need a shower.”“I like the way you smell. You smell like sex.”She frowned again and looked around my bedroom, "You seriously need to clean your room and you will need to change your bedsheets." She sounded like a mother.I smiled at her, “I don’t want to change the sheets. I like the way they smell. They smell like you and your pussy and I am sure the wet spots you made…we made…will dry before I go to.