"Have you had a boring enough evening?" he asked"Oh yes!" I giggled "Did you.. um....fancy a bit of excitement?" he smiled "Would this...um.... 'exci...tement' involve ... activities.... that would make it difficult for us to work together,or indeed to be friends afterwards?" Yes. ..most definitely" answered Derek, straight faced"Well.. yes, then. Yes please" PLEASE?" "Yes, please. But.....I should tell you... I suppose, warn you..." What? Wrong time of the month?" Not exactly, but there's. This doesn't strike me as the kind of place where a girl can go around with her tits hanging out without pissing someone off. There are a lot of couples here who just came to drink and dance and have a good time. I can just imagine some chunky redneck broad getting jealous and attacking me for flashing my tits at her husband or boyfriend on the dance floor.Lucas led me out onto the dance floor. As I said, I don't like country music and I don't really know how to dance to it. But the floor is so. Her reaction time had been slowed just enough from the wine that her brain did not have time to tell her hand to stop. The door flew open.Mary was just reaching the point of no return as Rebecca appeared in the doorway. Rebecca watched in amazement as her daughter's hips quivered, her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip as she shook in orgasm. Rebecca wanted to turn and close the door before she was seen, but something was stopping her. It was like she was frozen and couldn't. Thank you Nicole."Sarah hugged her daughter as she looked around her living room. Somehow Nicole had managed to unpack many of her belongings and put the house into livable condition. There were fresh flowers in vases in the living room and on the dining room table. The large sofa was in the exact spot Sarah had envisioned. It was facing San Francisco Bay and the Golden Gate Bridge. The view was spectacular and on this perfect summer day it stretched from the Richmond Bridge in the north to.