She kissed me again, and, this time, I kissed her back.We were at a mutual friend's house. He was throwing a small party, the reason was never clear t...o me, but it was a party, all the same. If I'd met her before that evening, I couldn't recall. She'd arrived to the party later than me with three or four other friends. We'd said 'hello' then, but wandered to different sections of the party. After a while, I noticed she'd been left alone by her friends. I sat and chatted with her for a few. Very pleased to meet you, Steve,’ Louise replied, shaking his hand. He had a warm, firm grip, and a businesslike handshake. ‘Let me show you where your room is,’ she said, turning to walk up the stairs to the porch. They went inside, and climbed the stairs to the second floor. ‘Here’s your room,’ Louise said, pointing to a front bedroom. Steve entered the room, looked around, and said, ‘This will be fine.’ ‘Good,’ Louise said. ‘Do you need any help with your stuff?’ ‘Not a bit,’ he replied. ‘I. “Well Debbie, this is soothing, isn’t it … so, as we get ourselves just a bit drunk, and as we relax here in this wonderfully hot, natural, water … tell me all about Debbie.”Slowly she began telling me about herself, nothing much more than small talk at first, but as the wine worked it’s magic, soon enough she got to her current woes. And as I continued pouring the wine, the more verbose she became.It seemed that this ‘Mark’ guy had broken up with her, supposedly because she wouldn’t quit her. She teases him some more, her mouth-watering, wide open lingering just over his cock. She takes him into her mouth. Her tongue sliding over his hard shaft, her warm mouth encloses him. She savours his taste as his cock fills her mouth. He tightens his grip of her head and pushes himself deeper into her throat. She brings her hand round the base of his cock, working the part that cannot be reached by her mouth, her other hand fondling his balls, relishing in the task. She moves her head back,.