.mmmm, yes, that does feel good. I lean my head back and decide I am ready for this, but I still don't know if I'm ready to fuck him in the ass. (Crud... expression, isn't it?) Our rhythm and my reverie are interrupted by the ringing of Abby's phone on the nightstand. The alarm clock next to it tells us that it's 11:18 pm; I wonder who is calling at this hour? More annoying than the phone ringing, it's a ringtone ripped from the late 1970's - “I Will Survive.” Wow, that's a popular lip-synching. And it felt like she didn't care about anything else either. As she pressed her beautiful body closer to mine, if that was possible, she held me as though I was the most precious thing in the world. Her soft, large hands caressed down my back, slowly running her blunt nails against my sensitized skin. When I felt I couldn't take it anymore, I kissed her all that much harder and rocked against her like there was no tomorrow. She gave me air and she gave me wings. My body trembled as it never had. I quickly write her a response and send it off. “If you want me, show me where you want me?” It’s a bit bold, even a little risky. After all, I was a “thoughtful man” just a few short minutes ago. Now I’ve presented myself just like every other guy in here, a man who simply wants to get inside of her panties. The shock on her face and the way it is turning red is priceless. Oh well, the truth is I’m not looking for a date tonight, I’m looking for a woman to fuck! If she’s not up for it, I. I didn't even own a suit and never wore a tie.During dinner I found out that Carl owned an accounting firm. He had over twenty employees and did quite well. When I asked why Chris didn't work for him he told me he didn't mix business and pleasure. It made both Jess and Chris laugh. He did mention that they each needed their space. They had their evening to be together.I was surprised they didn't have any kids together. They said they had only been married five years. Carl did have two grown.