Pushing the door open he stood back for me to enter. I looked around at a typical bachelor pad. Leather couch and chair, a tiny table and trash everyw...ere. The t.v. was bigger than the one at my house by a long shot.Reese took my hand and led me to the bedroom. I gaped at his bed. It was huge and the mattress looked softer than air. I longed to dive headfirst into that bed and go right to sleep but there were other matters to address.As I began to turn, Reese came up behind me. He put one hand. ” Lavi put the phone down and started crawling over me. I got the hint and lifted my ass up so she could push my sweat pants down. Soon she had her pink panties pulled to the side and I was entering her. She wasn’t completely wet yet but a few strokes with my tip in her as she lifted up and down took care of that and soon she was sinking all the way down.“Oh, fuck, I missed you in me, Robert,” she moaned.From the front seat, “Are you two seriously fucking?! I just blew him!”Lavi, “Don’t blame. " She noticed he smelled nice, and flashed a smile at him.She walked into the room they had pointed out, swinging her hips, seeming to ignore them all. It was a study, but with modern furnishings that contrasted with the age of the house. It was very well lit, and the walls were beige above waist high bookcases filled with leather bound volumes. There was a glass desk, and a beige leather couch. Two dark brown chairs sat on either side of the large glass slab supported by almost invisible. I wished she would not ask more than that, but I knew I would not get off that easy. “You have lunch,” she repeated to herself almost a little on the quiet side. “You just like went to some place and had lunch.” “Pretty much,” I answered, lying through my teeth. “We had lunch, chatted about writing and then I came home. End of lunch time.” “Well that is lame,” she grumbled. “Did he at least pay for your lunch?” “Yes,” I laughed, thinking about how much I had actually paid for it. “He paid.