I was still trying to get a print off when my mate reached out and touched my nipples. Then he move towards me and put his lips on one of them. He was... flicking his tongue over it and at the same time he had worked his hand inside my shorts. Once his fingers touched my cock, it was up like a rocket. He then eased my shorts and pants down. I was not going to sit there and let him have all the fun, so I did the same to him. There we were once more both naked and sweating like mad. We then started. It was a loud, haunting tale that drove Dante crazy and she knew it, he was convinced she had written the little ditty just to drive him mad. He would never get any work done with her pounding on that piano as he preferred silence when he worked- no noise, no distractions, no movement, and absolutely no Tempest. He tried to drown out the sounds, deciding to review the report that he had his friend Sylvia re-type for him. Sylvia was a nice girl with a submissive nature, who possessed a high. He learned that quickly, like on the second date when I nearly killed him with my body. We screw at least once a day when he is home and often more. It was clear that I would not stay ‘dry’ and frustrated while he was gone, any more than I did on days I wasn’t with him when we were dating. He knows he was number twenty-seven in my pants when we met.”I couldn’t resist, “So what number would I be?”“I don’t count any more so if he asks I can say I don’t know. I’m not a slut that just takes any. She headed for the freeway and I saw a tear in her eyes as she drove away.I put my hand on her thigh and she put hers on top of mine and we drove off towards Omaha where we would head west towards Cheyenne. We had turned off the road to Omaha to take a short cut through Lincoln and just past Lincoln she pulled over at a rest area.“Your turn to drive, Mick, and I need to go to the bathroom.”“Me too.”“And Mick?”“Yes?”“Remember two things.”“What?”“If you shake it more than twice you’re playing.