Girls have excuses men don’t, she thought, and she didn’t even have his phone number to find out where he was. She hadn’t met him, and Melinda h...d described him only in vague terms: nicely built, blue eyes, blond hair. Paige had wore a tight black, knee-length dress that showed all her curves and made her breasts and her butt look fantastic. Might as well dress to impress, she thought. She looked at her watch. ‘Half nine,’ She mumbled to herself, this guy was pissing her off and she hadn’t even. It shimmered under the room’s bright lights, yet still looked soft. He had to tamp down a sudden urge to reach his hand out and touch it. ‘Yes?’ He glanced at the lanyard that hung around her neck. ‘Ah, Ms. Clemmons, is it?’ ‘Call me Goldie.’ As she smiled, he noticed that her face had a considerable amount of large, brown freckles. Her narrow nose was slightly crooked, and sat beneath a pair of plain gray eyes. She was unusual looking, but not unattractive. She must have sensed something off. First, I heard Angela’s bed creaking. I took me some time before I realized that my partner and the mystery man were having sex. I smiled to myself and tried to ignore it, but as the creaking became louder, I knew there was no point. I got turned on myself… I heard clearly Angela was starting to gasp in pleasure.The creaking of the bed became louder and I could hear the sound of their bodies smacking one against the other. The tempo of the hard penetration increased as well; the gasping became. ‘I was going to suck your cock to wake you up but this works too.’ His hoarse male laughter was laced with lust. ‘I could pretend to be asleep if you’d like.’ ‘I feel like there should be an awkward moment here.’ Megan closed her eyes as color continued to flood her chest and neck. His penis rocking steadily against her clit. His hands went in between them and untied her robe. Pushing her up, he slid the robe off her shoulders and watched it fall against his thighs. Megan’s skin flushed as she.