” Me: “I know right? Don’t tell me you’re going to take up crafting now that I told you this?”John: “I always thought crochet was somethin...g for me, waddayathink?....Maybe you should get out then. How about we get together for some drinks? We meet up at my place and we’ll see where we end up from there.” Me: “Sounds like fun. I’ll be there in about an hour, gotta get changed first.”I closed my laptop and ran up to my room to change. I must admit I was really excited. On my way to his place I. With my passions on fire, and my urges deaf to hers, I pulled up her nightie to her waist, and got myself to kneel between those incredibly awesome long legs. With vigour I planted kisses on her pristine shapely thighs, that oozed prolifically of sex. I kissed them, licked them and bit them, all the way up to her well-shaved pussy-zone. She was emitting moans-n-words all along, “oooooyyyaaaachotuuuuuuuuu- didi loves this- ooooyyaaaahhhhh”, which got louder as I reached her love hole. Having. Even though he was just five people away from her, she couldn’t see him. Everything seemed normal enough at the time, with the exception of her detour. He watched her from afar and appreciated her beauty from a different prospective; almost as if she was a stranger.The black skirt (just above her knee), white silky blouse and black pumps with white stockings. I knew the outfit well. It was one of my favorites. Her nipples would poke through the material and the skirt hugged her ass and draped. And one moment in particular takes precedence in my mind.I was lying down on the couch, watching her on the computer, typing away. About half asleep I kept getting drawn awake by her large, heavy breasts swaying each tie she turned to look at me and by her legs shifting and rubbing together underneath her short skirt. My mind wandered, picturing her open o-shaped mouth gasping in breaths as I pushed two fingers deep inside her tight dripping pussy and used my other hand to squeeze those large.