I was worried that pointing this out would precipitate a public breakup, so I just played along.We had been set up on a dinner date. I was paying, so ... just ordered salad. Tiffany had couldn't decide between smoked monkfish and roasted duck breast. Finally, she decided on the fish, which was at least the cheaper of the two. We made awkward small talk for a while, until she finally brought up the subject I'd been hoping to avoid."So I was thinking maybe we could hang out at your house after. Mercaba and I were watching all of this from our manhattan rooftop.Mercaba was a middle aged beauty with long silky, reddish brown hair. An exotic beauty from MoroccoAs we watched the celebratory events with the skies all lit up, her shadow was beautifully painting the outside walls. She was mine for the duration of the evening. MY blood had surged to my nipples and clit. I could feel the heat rise in between my legs with a warm pulsation, that had me wanted to eat her right there. Mercaba. .....not living,” she said, her words stumbling from her full red lips like a schoolgirl stepping off an out-of-control roundabout. “I fear not experiencing.” He held her eyes in a sweet steel gaze which seemed to drench her body and mind in some kind of warm, smooth liquid. He picked up the notebook and held it out in front of him. “And have you experienced any of this, Paloma?” he asked, his voice lowering to little more than a whisper. She shook her head. He turned another page. “Or. I pulled Beth's skirt and panties off, then she pulled down my briefs which were strained holding me in. As I tossed her panties aside, I felt their wetness and knew how much she was anticipating our lovemaking.I lifted her up and placed her on the bed and lay down next to her as we continued kissing and feeling each other. I was enthralled sucking her nipples as she fondled my cock and I began kissing and licking my way down to her navel which I tongued, down her abdomen, then along her slit..