And it was with a forty-two year old guy." No way."She sighed, and not in a happy way. "Yeah. Way."Ick."So you're much better off with Jean-Luc... and...Evan." And Evan?" Well, Evan said he was going to...you know..." She made a circular motion with her hand that I couldn't interpret. "How are you going to, you know, if you don't have Evan help you?"Well this sucks. I'm so naive I don't even know what it is I don't know. Jeesh. "Umm..."Ding-dong."Pizza's here."We both jumped up and went toward. Bente lod som ingen ting og masserede videre. Hendes hænder strejfede en gang imellem min pik ganske let. Jeg var helt færdig og kunne komme hvis hun så på mig. Bente begyndte at smile og spurgte om jeg havde problemer med noget. Jeg sagde til hende at det var vært at ligge stille, når hun rørte sådan ved mig. Hun smilte, løftede håndklædet og kærtegnede min pik uden på underbukserne samtidig med at hun sagde: Er der andet jeg skal ordne eller skal din svigermoder igen have æren. Jeg bad hende. But-" Answer me a question," she said abruptly. "Just one, okay?" She leaned in the gap, watching his face intently. "Henry said you wanted to 'fuck' me since the beginning. Was that true?"Simon groaned inwardly." ... yes," he finally replied. He had to shove his foot in the gap to keep her from slamming the door. "Wait- Renee, goddamnit, not like that. I wasn't going to do anything-" He stopped, belatedly realizing he was inside the room now, and Renee was glancing to the left and right as if. Oh God! They both reached simultaneously for her stockings and his smile broadened and his cock became dark and menacing and erect. She hated his arrogance and she hated his cock. She hated that he'd grabbed for her panty hose and that he was stretching and tugging and fighting with her.She hated his terrible strength. "Mr Pendrill!" she begged him, trying to be conciliatory, to make peace, but that was difficult because a hole had appeared in her stocking. It grew bigger. The fabric was.