I needed to relax a bit, but unfortunately Moira didn't care for games so there didn't seem to be any on the computer, apart from the standard solitai...re and such, which weren't exciting enough. I found a folder with my sister's film school art movies. I don't know why I thought they would offer anything interesting, but I browsed through them anyway. She had shown most of them to us, so I thought she wouldn't mind. I soon realized I had indeed already seen all of them except one, which was. He was starting to get a knot in his stomach. He was afraid that if he didn't have the right house or if she weren't at home that he would ride back to his mother and indulge in his incestuous urges again. It had felt so good to fuck his mother that morning. If he didn't rein his improper desires in now, he was afraid he would lose control of himself completely. As he rode his bike down the street, he was greatly relieved to see Dana working in her front yard. That simplified things; he. So around 5 pm, he called his wife to say he was busy at work and would be home late. Then he made his way to the address Porsha had given him earlier on the phone.He called her from his car to say he was outside her building. She told him her flat number, and that he should come on up. She buzzed him in through the entrance door downstairs.Jon felt a little nervous; he always did at this moment. That moment just before he met any new girl. It was a mix of nerves and excitement really.. No Ego filling Machoism from the coke, no just a simple buzz from the vino. I needed a refill, toppled the bottle upside down and hoped she’d catch it. I now had a raging hard one as she walked towards me so I remained cross legged half pretending to get up as she got close. I would have probably done one of many things to her there and then on this small round Carrera marble looking coffee table if I was hopped up on the above illicit favorite narcotics of mine. Not that I am such an a****l.