But you gave me what I wanted.” As she gathered up her knickers and headed for the bathroom, she said, “I hope we’ll both want it again soon.”... Alone in the drawing room, turning off the television, gathering up the whisky tumblers, switching off the lights, closing the house down for the night, I pondered on the fleeting image on the screen that had triggered such animated and rewarding sex. Ntombe. Patrice Aumond St Pierre Ntombe. Much of what I now know derives from a variety of sources:. I had been out drinking the night before and woke up with the usual hangover horn. The alcohol still in my system driving me to make the usually intoxicated decision to log in to the afore mentioned website.Lowered inhibitions doubled by my current condition, I saw that I had a few messages waiting for me since my last drunken browse. First on the pile was a 43 year old man, top, within 15 minutes of my location. Checked out his pics and I see a well kept man, gym fit but not quite shredded,. She could clearly feel the bulge in my pants rubbing her pussy.I begin kissing her neck my hands feeling her inner thighs.Her hands going through my hair as my lips touch hers and we begin to kiss madly.My hands go inside her top as I unhook her bra as she removes my shirt and throws away the bra.There she was sitting in my lap with her naked boobs and a skirt and panty.I go crazy kissing her playing with her tongue and pressing her boobs in sync.She was breathing heavily and caressing my. 30pm and we don’t live too near the city centre and I’m nowhere near ready, I go and jump in the shower. I do my hair, make-up and get dressed up as quickly as possible. When I walk down the stairs in the very short black dress I bought last week. Stacey was already cleaned up and just had to change her outfit ready to hit the town. She stares with her mouth open and shouts “damn girl I would tap that.” We both laugh and sit down on the couch and she gets the wine out and we each have a glass.