A stack of books. My car keys. The makeup tables the girls had put in one bedroom. The bed with a pile of pillows. Our mis-matched dinnerware. A pile ...f laundry being sorted. The spice rack in the kitchen. A laptop. A camera.Something dawned on me and I turned and snapped a picture of Mary.“Hey, we aren’t supposed to do portraiture,” she laughed. I showed her the picture.“The one thing none of us are ever without,” I said. “Our cell phones.”“Yes! A story. We need a story to tie it together.. ”She said, “I know what you want, but it won’t happen.”I was shocked to hear this. I asked then, “Why did you take me to your house then?”She said, “I want to speak freely.”I was disappointed but I continued to speak with her. I followed her to the kitchen to take some advantage but she prepared the juice and came back to the couch. After drinking the juice, she said, “The living room is not comfortable. We can move to the bedroom.”I got the signal and went to the bedroom. She asked, “Do you. "Now you're coming with me" She said as she pulled me away. My jeans and boxers were still on the ground below us so I was naked from the waist down. Her heels had been left underneath the table, so only her fishnets remained under her feet. We got to my room, and she pushed me on my bed. She ferociously pulled off my shirt and started kissing me all over the place. "Babe, I don't want to dom you. Nor do I want you to dom me. Tonight, I just want us to make love" She said as her lips struggled. She squeezed my fingers with her thighs and moaned into my mouth.I tried to reach my finger lower, closer to her vaginal entrance, her thighs were too tight. Reaching my hand to her side, I began trying to pull her shorts down further. They were a little tight, but I successfully got them down to mid-thigh. Taking the plunge, I pulled them down past her knees where they fell to the floor without a sound.Wendy, however, moaned louder and moved her legs apart slightly. I again began touching her.