His arms go around my waist pulling me closer to him. My breasts are pressed tightly to his chest. I pull back just a bit and whisper, ‘I would lov...e to make love to you tonight.’ Then pulling away from him, letting my hands slide down his muscular chest, I slowly walk into the other room and shut the door. I stand there for a moment asI collect my thoughts and catch my breath. Man: She stops at the door but does not go through it and for just a moment I fear that I have moved too fast and she. Credit where credit’s due: she’s a head-turner.And that’s part of the plan tonight.The whole idea of going out on the town came up after the fireworks—call them waterworks—of the other night. The next day—which was yesterday—her car landed in a repair shop and she had to work a shift in the evening. I drove her there, while she slept in the back seat. I had a light dinner where she works (nice place!) and went to a coffee shop afterward to read some Ibsen. On the drive back to my place she. Before, he had worried that she would be so tight that he would not be able to prolong the fuck, thus the condom and its wonderful ability to desensitize one's dick.Sharon practically ran to the bed, got on her knees, stuck her ass in the air, and buried her face in the mattress. She felt the cold lubricant as it ran down her ass crack and wondered if he had kept it in the refrigerator. Little did she know he had done just that.She felt the pressure and a bit of pain as he inserted one finger,. After all, a lot of people would be watching that video."Carly!" What?" You need to get dressed." …Oh." Anyway, I have a date. Good luck with your iCarly shoot." Yeah..."After Spencer left – 'who schedules a date this early?' – Carly splashed some water into her face, picked an outfit and quickly got changed. A comb through the hair, brushing of the teeth, some light make-up, and she was ready to go. Part of her really wanted to just return to her bed and forget about the whole thing.* * *"So.