My phone buzzed in staccato on the coffee table as I dozed.Several minutes later, Max woke me up by squeezing my hand. Her fingers were cool despite t...e warmth in her eyes. “Wa-aff-fles...” she chanted in hypnotic compulsion.“Good.” I stood up. She was bundled up in her earmuffs and winter coat. She was pulling on a second glove. I saw the snow starting outside my window. It was a short walk.“You got everything?” Maybe I should’ve gone with the gloves and boots, but I slung into a leather. He doesn't know how lucky he is though as she got a message 2mins after arranging from the guy she was hoping to meet tomorrow asking if she was free. She so wants to meet him as he looks like a celebrity that she fancies. They thought about plotting to get the other guy out early and she asked if she did that for him would he mind having pics taken but he replied telling to enjoy her fun. She's still hopeful that she can arrange with him tomorrow but he's not sure what he's upto. Tonights. "Maybe, you're just the thing he needs to bring him back to God", he said patting her armRemembering my preferred expositions when cumming down her throat or in her ass, Samantha smiled back and said, "He talks about God a lot when we're together" Hallelujah", beamed the pastor"Amen", smiled SamanthaHer next stop was to my parents' attorney and insurance agent. She was able to find out their names from the pastor who offered them up as they were fellow members of the congregation. Samantha. She let me rearrange her as I wished. I stroked her legs open, leggings still damp with sweat – or was it sweat? She murmured a little as I stroked up the back of her thighs. How taut they were, not a spare scrap of flesh! I kneaded them delicately with my fingertips. She sighed, and wriggled her legs further apart. I could smell her now, faint but distinct, animal and salty, rising from her crotch like an invitation. Without stopping to think, frightened to breathe in case I broke the spell,I.