I switched on my pc and looped a few rock songs to play, sat back in my chair, lit a cigarette and took a long drag. I was feeling really frustrated a...s me and Shweta used to have sex regularly and with her gone there was only masturbation that was left to do when I was high and seriously that didn’t satisfy me. But still masturbation became a habit and there were days when I did it for more then 3-4 times. I badly needed a pussy. I wasn’t interested in call girls and prostitutes as I needed to. Time could have stopped for all I had known. Or cared. I was happy to stay comfortably warm in my bed with this gorgeous woman’s lips pressed gently to mine for the rest of forever. But alas, our kiss did break, she looking down ever so slightly to rest her nose beneath mine on the pillow. Neither of us opened our eyes to look at the other. I felt her smile, somehow, before I heard it in her voice. ‘Goodnight, Toby.’ ‘Goodnight, Danielle.’ And that was the beginning of that. *** After that. Kneeling astride me, she started to massage my shoulders and neck. At first I was distracted by the way her clit chain tickled the crack of my bottom, but my tiredness and the soothing nature of the massage soon sent me into a deep sleep.I woke the next day to feel myself engulfed in tender warmth; Serena's tongue danced a symphony of arousal, whilst her lips played a counterpoint of exquisite sensation. Her fingers delicately manipulated my balls, occasionally making a foray between my legs,. Me: What's the Lunch Lady Special today?Boxer: Fish with Mac and Cheese.He shouted from the grill room. It might have been a kitchen in any other cafe. But in the downtown Cafe, it was the grill room.Waitress: Why don't you let me tell her. You supposed to be the cook, and I'm supposed to deal with the customer.Boxer: You might be my daughter, but don't give me no attitude in my Cafe.Me: While you two have a family moment, you think you could dish up the Lunch Lady Special for me.Waitress: Sure.