A man dressed in an expensive looking suit with hair slicked back and plenty of gold around his fingers stood by the table, looking from Heather to Gr...gg and back to Heather again. Behind him, a woman with blonde hair and breasts so huge and obviously fake they bordered on the ridiculous stood staring somewhat vacantly into space."Raven? I almost didn't recognize you. What brings you back?" Pardon me sir," Gregg stuttered. "I think you must have her confused with someone else."The man gave. Both the dining room and the kitchen had been restored to precisely the way they had been before Monica ever knocked on his door. If it hadn't been for the note she'd written, Derek could have dismissed the whole encounter as an extremely vivid wet dream. But the note was tangible and therefore the sex had been also.That evening set the pattern for the next two. They progressed in almost exactly the same manner - Monica cooked dinner, they ate it accompanied by copious amounts of her special. I quietly set my things down and crept out the back door. Crawling as low as possible I made my way close up behind her. I lay down on the concrete, reached as far as I could under the chair and slipped my finger up through one of the gaps in the pattern of straps to tickle her along the edge where her suit met skin. She gave a shriek and flew out of the chair. There were paper, pens, and books flying every which way."Jimmy! That's not funny!" She was furious. "Don't you ever sneak up on me. But I caught her head with another hand and started kissing her lips. She was not opening her mouth until I started rubbing her clit.I started finger fucking her wet dripping pussy, kissing her, tasting her lip stick. Her flavour was a new one and It was so addictive. We both were doing a romantic kiss, she was a damn good kisser, I left her head and started stroking my cock. I was inserting my finger completely into her pussy and kissing her. She was at the verge of cumming, she was kissing me.