Amy pulled her mouth away. “Did I hurt you?” “Gods, no. Amy, have you done this before?” “No, never. Nothing like this, I’m just listening... to what I want to do.” I nodded, and moved my hips in anticipation. “Mmm, Amy I need you now, come here, and I’ll show you.” Amy shook her head, and slid down my body, she placed a tentative finger on my clit, and circled it. I moaned loudly, bucking my hips to Amy’s fingers. “Amy, no, at the same time.” I said incoherently, she arched her eyebrow at me. I reached behind her and undid her bra allowing it to fall away from her magnificent breasts. Her nipples were erect standing proudly on her chest just waiting to be worshiped. I knelt down and grasping her waist band I slowly slid her sopping wet panties down her legs and off. As her center of love was exposed to my hungry eyes I kissed her on her mound while inhaling the scent of her arousal. The effect on me was dramatic as my whole body readied itself to make passionate love to this goddess. She got into the lift as the doors went to shut she heard a voice asking for her to wait, A tall guy run up thanking her for that, he commented on speding the housekeeping she said well christmas only comes once a year he made a cheeky comment saying I bet you come more and laughed, she blushed as he flirted.As the lift came to her floor the door opened and she saw it was pouring rain,the guy offered to help to save her getting to wet. as he picked up some bags they rushed to the car, he was in. , the site of the crash of Flight 93.I was in my early 30s, naive and immature. I was clinging tightly to my fading youth and just as tightly to my rapidly evaporating idealism.I had worked late Monday night because I was supposed to be off work on Tuesday. I had put away three or four beers when I finally got home and stumbled to bed shortly before the sun arose for the day.The incessant ringing from my telephone pulled me out of my slumber. I ignored it, as I typically did. It rang again.