Yes, the couch, right were this whole thing started last time. Leah comes out of the ladies room, and to my surprise walks right by me and sits at her...desk. Her back is facing me. I sit there for a minute as she fumbles through some papers on her desk. I ask her if she’s ok. “Yes I’m fine Serg, why?” just curious I say. She is still facing away from me. I now stand behind her and touch her shoulders and run my fingers down through her silky hair. She arches back and I grab her shirt and slip. She smiled and told him, "I guess I'll just have to wait for the other, but, here's something to think about." She pulled his shorts down a bit, and went to her knees in front of him, and he saw, and FELT, her lips surrounding him, and it felt as good as her pussy had the other night. She bobbed her head, and gently squeezed his scrotum, her pursed lips laving his cock, and her tongue licking the underside of it. Her other hand was around him, holding his butt, as if she thought he was going to. I mean considering her military gait.“Come in,” I said. I turned and headed back inside. There was a small TV-tablette next to my rocking chair. My coffee cup was on it. She came in. I nodded my greeting. “There’s a new pot in the kitchen if you want a cup.” I motioned her to get her own if she wanted any. Well, I was making a statement.“Thank you, and hello,” she said, heading into the kitchen. She was maybe a full minute inside. Coming back in to me, she took a seat on the divan across from. We opened a door, hoping to find some peace and quiet, but unfortunately the room was taken by a couple already out of their clothes and fucking the hell out of each other; we laughed as we shut the door. I doubt that they even noticed us. We walked down the hall until we found a nice room, we shut the door and we were finally alone. She sat shyly on the bed next to me as we drank our beers, the conversation was slow and awkward, I started to say something about the couple next door but she.