‘Have you ever really felt him?’ She still couldn’t get the sound of her voice or the words she had whispered out of her head. She sipped at her...latte, her head bobbing with the beat as she drove along with the traffic. Go. Stop. Go. Bumper to bumper all the way there, she knew exactly how it would be. The latte was good, it was always good. She licked her upper lip to make sure she had no froth upon it. ‘Have you ever really felt him?’ It was not a long drive but it was tedious as there were. "There's two ways we can handle this. The easy way and the hard way. Have a think about it ladies, I'll be back in five minutes."I left them alone and went to see Billy at the front desk, where as usual we talked about sports. He was watching his favourite soccer dvd on a small television for about the nine hundredth time: 'Glasgow Rangers ten greatest victories over Celtic.' I explained the scenario to him; we shared one of Megan's joints, then, after a parting, "Enjoy yourself son," and some. I touched my lips to her mouth and kissed her like a lover.“Oh! My! God! Please stop. Enough!” Alice’s hands pushed my face away from between her legs.“Did you get there?” I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Stupid question, but I wanted to hear what she has to say. There is always room for improvement.“I lost count. I started to climax again every time I came. I got to the mountaintop and kept on climbing.” Alice brushed the sweat from her eyebrows.We were as drenched in perspiration as. Patty sung at least three times before Michael warmed her inside and out with his love sugar. Our routine continued to go off track as we continued fucking well into Monday until we heard the doorbell rang. Michael asked me to wait in the bed. I heard an exchange of conversation, some rustling noises and then he returned. “Don’t worry, it was the caterers with the food for the game. We still have some time.” We continued laying in bed floating in and out of sleep while periodically.