And images of her sitting on his face afterwards, smearing her translucent come over his lips and tongue. He wasn't sure how long he could stick to th...e rules and keep his hands off her. He'd only fucked three other girls since Sophie-Mae had joined the company, which was a record low. True, they'd all been fucking good in their own way. Dirty, just how he liked them; especially Anna who played clarinet, and it showed. But the need to screw Sophie-Mae was maddening.He pumped his fist over his. Lord knows she had the time with John away at work fourteen hours a day. I wondered what a girl this heavenly could possibly see in John. John was a decent guy but he looked like the only lifting he ever did was lifting the phone to his ear at work. Surely Debbie deserved better, I said to myself.I had no trouble winning my game with Joyce. Debbie grabbed her cue as I began to break. I made an impressive looking break but didn't sink a thing. I thought of something that I'd like to sink.Debbie. A loving prayer. A primal plea. A slow and throaty exhale against my ear as your hips writhe, as my arms lock around your back and move with you, deeper into your feverish, nectar-soaked tunnel. Even then, I knew it was a sound that only a soulmate could actualize. It was everything. It was you. The collective of who I always ached to claim, to belong to. The first time didn't last long. Such initial intensity, I believe, is never meant to. I spilled deep into you, spurt after thick spurt of. The sex was great, but just spending time with Stephanie was the bonus. She was such a special woman. And that boob flash on the ski slopes really floored him. Stephanie never did things like that. She hadn't said much, other than the huge thank you before they got back on the plane to come home. And he noticed that she wore the thong panties a couple of days this week. Maybe old dogs can learn new tricks. It certainly made her tight jeans look good.Darren's mind immediately flashed back to the.