She wore her hair short for convenience, I suppose. But it was so curly it was adorable. This time she was wearing a teeshirt (with no bra!) and cut-o...f jeans. No shoes. This was getting better and better. We got down to working on a special project I was working on that had to do with fractal calculations. Not interesting to you, but it took a lot of mind energy and we worked hard at it for 2 hours. Then, she said we needed a break. She went and got us two beers. Wow, she thought of me as. I finally took a taxi home and found a note from Annie on the kitchen table. ‘Dear Alex,’ it read. ‘I know how rotten this week has been, and I am truly sorry. I have really hurt you, and I don’t know what to do to make things better. So, I have gone to see my parents for advice. I know you will think that I am somewhere else, so please call Dad if you wish. You know he would never lie to you. I will return sometime tomorrow. Love, Annie.’ I smiled for the first time in days when I read the. There was a bit of laughter and the door opened. In she walked, a vision of sex on legs. She was wearing a tight skirt, jacket, tan nylons and tan heels. Her make up was minimal; just some blusher, eyeliner and red lipstick. "She could make custard hard!" I thought while just drinking her in. "Hello, cat got your tongue?" she asked. "No, I was saving that for you!" I replied. I was feeling braver now she was actually here. She pointed her index finger at me and gave me that come here signal. I. The motion of the water bed helped me keep up the rythm. She kept moaning in my ear "that feels good son keep it up. That was amazing. I can't move. Ah just like that keep doing that..." I continued to rock her body back in fourth and started to gind my hips into her. I could feel her cunt starting to come back to life as she gripped my cock with her muscles firmly. She never moved any other part of her body though. She kept her arms down by our sides, her head on my chest facing my left and.