Some of the men looked her way. The ones who did not were engrossed in games of pool or in talking to their friends. The men who looked at her grinned... and poked each other with their elbows as she walked past in Stuart's wake. These men were quite used to seeing strikingly attractive women. Receptionists, high-powered traders, sales reps and bank managers; women employed in the corridors of power were typically amazingly beautiful. With her soft Asian features and deep dark eyes, Yvette was. I gave her the last digit and waited. In a matter of seconds my phone rang. I picked it up and answered it. "Finally we talk." I said as cool as possible but cringing at how cheesy it sounded. "I know.....I don't even know your name?" Her voice was soft and cute. "I'm Michael, but everyone calls me Micky." "Hi Micky, I'm Stella, and your girlfriend's name?" "Her name is Rebecca, but Becky is fine." Becky waved at Stella. She then started to move on me. I was in her as deep as I could go. Her. It was soft and tender, really just a quick kiss, after I had put my fingers under her chin and made some sappy comment about her eyes, but it thrilled me a lot more than such a quick kiss should have. I don’t know, maybe I was remembering it as being better than it really was, but that image stayed with me, the memory of her head on my shoulder, lightly playing with my chest, was probably the best memory of my entire life. Yeah, I had been carrying a torch for her all of these years, and while. Katie was a tiny slip of a girl. She couldn't have been an inch over five feet tall and weighed no more than 95 pounds dripping wet from the shower. Most of her weight seemed to be distributed between her tits and ample ass cheeks, but I had no doubt it would be painful for this tiny freshman trying to take my cock up her ass.She nodded, seemingly relieved at my words, secure that it would be okay. Dropping her hands from her breasts, she turned away from me. I could hear the metal to metal.