Knock Knock I ran to the door to open it. “Hi, Shelly, come in I missed you so much.” “Hi Allyson. Thanks so much for letting me stay tonight.... I didn’t think I could drive anymore tonight. You look great.” “Thanks Shelly. You look great too. Thank you so much for the present. I’ve been enjoying it so much.” Shelly looked amazing. She was wearing tight yoga pants that showed off all her curves and her wonderful ass. She wore a V-Neck Tee shirt that showed her amazing cleavage. We hugged. So why did I Google it? I suppose out of curiosity because of the situation with Mark. Mark: I had always had a thing about Jane with another man right from the start of our relationship. She was, and still is, very attractive and had had a few relationships before she met me. I had only had two serious relationships so she was more sexually experienced than me. Most guys like to know about their girlfriend’s previous relationships and the inevitable manly pride comes in with the questions. ’ Somehow not a shocking response, but one which left me fairly unable to continue a line of questioning, since I know very little about fashion design. But I know London well, so I thought I’d steer the conversation that way if I could. ‘Did you like London?’ I inquired, lamely. ‘Great city. But too many Japanese people. It was hard to learn English. Because everywhere I went, more Japanese.’ Cities like London or New York can be like that, no matter what your national origin. Before I. Jaq was dressed in a little short black dress, red high heel shoes, red lace panties and stockings, her blonde hair flowing in long curls, she looked amazing. Ian could not take his eyes off of her, I knew he wanted to fuck her. We decided to check into the local Premier Inn hotel. Jaq and I checked in first and went to our room, I phoned Ian with the room number and he followed.I decided to pop out for a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses, winking at Ian to have fun. I went to a local.