Most people call me Amy" They nodded at each other, Amy's pony tail bobbing behind her. Lauren noticed a facial similarity between herself and the you...ng girl. Their brown hair colour was similar, but Lauren was much slimmer and had a more athletic build, and was good two or three inches taller. The boy was by no means handsome but his face was cheeky, full of laughter and reminded Lauren of a playful rogue that she had seen in a Dickens film of eighteenth century London. She noted the body. I had hoped that she would still be there as I wanted to thank her for taking Maggie and I to the concert on Saturday, and show her the work we had completed on the patio area. Her BMW was not in the drive and I guessed that she had already left to return to London, either Sunday or very early that morning. I dragged the tarpaulin away from the paved barbeque patio and was pleased to see that the grouting was fully dry and the crazy paving really looked very good, and so I got the hose from. "Why would you want that?" "I guess it's because I hope there's a slut inside you that likes to come out and play. Thinking of you giving up your married cunt to a group of guys is more erotic to me than anything I can think of." Yeah, well there's a big difference between fantasizing and it being for real. I still remember how upset you were with me for just kissing Neil." To tell you the truth, I have fantasized about that day where you went off with him and let him fuck you." "You have?" At. Mark, knowing his partner was wearing no panties felt so aroused the bulge in his pants was becoming visible. Susan began scanning the room, appearing to Mark as though she was looking for somewhere to sit, looking for the right one. Mark pointed out a booth over in the corner which was dimly lit and secluded. Mark thought if he could get Susan to the booth he could take full advantage of her current panty-less state. The images danced through his head, and picturing her legs spread with him.