She started going faster and faster and moaned louder as she threw her head back in pleasure. “Oh fuck yes Ace, yes your cock feels so good in me!�... She yelled. “Get off,” I said, as I was going to cum and we were unprotected. “Hell no cum in me! Blow a nice hot load in my pussy!” She yelled. And I did. The biggest load I could possibly blow. “Stand the fuck up, my turn now.” I ordered her. I placed my cock at the entrance to her pussy as I bent her over the desk. I shoved it in and I fucked. And as I stared blankly at the tattoo, Noah stared at me, confused and impatient.“What’s wrong?” he asked and the answer was too huge for me to give and the question echoed in my mind (what’s wrong? what’s wrong? what’s wrong?) until it was all I could hear and then I heard a crash followed by laughter and the fantasy curled away like cigarette smoke as the world came back.“Shhh! Zoe must be asleep. Stop it!”I sat up, disoriented and dazed, mind ablaze with the receding dream. I heard their. Feeling a little more than depressed, she started the car and drove home. She lived only ten minutes away, on the far side of town. It wasn’t the nicest neighborhood, but it wasn’t exactly the projects either. The houses on her street were too tightly packed and needed paint, the road was full of potholes, and there was a fair amount of graffiti and litter. Those homes that did have laws only had small ones, and those were brown and dying and full of trash and holes as well. It wasn’t. Out of the corner of your eye you see, against the wall on the corner, standing perfectly still, the Italian waiter. Has he seen what has been going on? Has he been there the whole time? Or has he just arrived? You glance at him but his face betrays no emotion. He is out of John’s field of vision, so he wouldn’t know either. Unsteadily you walk with me back to the table. You are still buzzing from the drink, and as you walk, my semen continues to leak from your pussy and run down your thighs..