And he was asleep by the time I got home at twelve-thirty Sunday morning. I'd had my usual ring-around-the-rosy, trying to keep out of Duane's reach. ...It would have been nice to have somebody's shoulder to cry on.So I climbed into bed and tried to pretend the pillow was Eric's shoulder and he'd get up and go over to Duane's apartment and call him into the hallway and beat the shit out of him. By the time I'd run that one through with six different kinds of variations it was a dream instead of. ‘Don’t start with me, Trent.’ she shot back at him over the top of the car. ‘Just get in and get me home.’ He stole just a fraction of a second to stare back at her. AnnaLisa. It had been a while, but he never did completely get over that forthright attitude of hers. But, he did as she said. He knew, from hindsight, that sometimes it was just easier to give her what she wanted, and not to offer some alternative. Trent checked his mirrors, signaled and then pulled away from the curb. After a. .. just pull up my gown?" She asked as she slid her little white nightgown up her lovely soft legs to her waist, moved her ass forward on the couch to the edge. Her pantied pussy was within inches of my face. I was delirious as I lunged forward and began lightly kissing the inside of her right thigh towards her pussy, fearful that I would move too fast and cause her to become alarmed. Then I moved over to her left inner thigh and kissed my way up to her pussy again. This time I buried my nose. Swinging into the bay we swing around, go astern onto the quay and with the help of my friends, Rick and Jenny we're soon secure."Better than usual Mark!" He says. "Must be your quality crew!" Sod off" I laughingly retort."Well charmed I'm sure!" he replies and we all laugh. They both come aboard, intros are made and true to form they ask what the hell a lovely girl sees in an old fart like me. We all laugh, Rick produces a cool bottle of Pinot Grigio, the ice is broken and she visibly relaxes..