She turned around, "I want to see you, I want my tits in your face, like last time". So I picked her up and held her against the wall, I slowly lowere... her down on to my cock. We started slowly, kissing and moving in a gentle rhythm. We got faster and faster as passion overtook us, her body slamming down on to my cock l, she leaned in to my neck, giving me a love bite just above my shoulder. "put it in my arse" she said, so I lifted her off my cock and she bent over the cupboard again. I. She made the comment that I knew that she hated flowers. I told her that the flower was for me and that Sarah had given it to me. I went on for a bit about how flattered I was and how much it meant to me. While I was talking and driving I was to distracted to notice that Jane had knocked the flower on to the floor. The entire drive back to her house she was grinding the flower into the floor with her shoe. When we arrived at her house she said she had changed her mind and just wanted to go to. Ohhh Kay! TMI.Jack's a kind of guy that can go sit by himself and do his paperwork and just tune out his surroundings. He's down at the corner of the bar in what had been 'Jessica's Corner' but which now has a very small children's seat out of the fifties or even earlier padded arm chair with a table on its left, a lamp on the wall over the chair above head height, and a rack of papers propped up over some small drawers like you'd find along the bottom of a bar's 'booze shrine' and Jack notices. ”“Now you have to tell me your theory. I can tell you if it is true for me. I can’t speak for teachers or other librarians.”She’d already put quite a dent in her margarita and I signaled the waitress for another round for both of us. I looked at her eyes and said, “I don’t know about all librarians but I’ll tell you my fantasy or theory. It is my theory that most librarians love to read. Readers tend to be people that escape into their minds to bring the book to life. If you just read words,.