Still laughing, Quentin turned on the cold water. Partly to remove the soap, partly to freshen himself up, but mainly to get rid of his erection. Mari...sa was still drying herself when he emerged... and he wondered in the bedroom with his bath-towel d****d around himself.“What have you two been up to?” asked Glenda, with a mockexpression of wifely indignation on her face.“Nothing... nothing, my dear,” answered Quentin, smiling away wickedly.“I don’t believe you,” said Glenda smiling back.“Well.... "Are you ok?" Mitch asked. "Yes" Bre whispered. "I just have one question." "What's that?" Mitch replied. "When can we do that again?" ~~ Two hours later they were both dressed and in Mitch’s car. Bre hadn’t wanted to put back on the dress she had worn to the party last night and Mitch had found some old sweats that she could roll up and wear. As they drove, Mitch was very quiet. After five minutes of what would be a 20 minute drive Bre broke the silence. “Are you still upset that we had sex. “Well, I expected you, so…,” she replied. He moved upwards, now with both hands, slowly going over her belly, reaching her perfectly formed breasts. He put both hands on those tits. “Mmmhh,” she moaned, “it is difficult to cook like this.” He just laughed and pressed his hips against her beautiful tiny ass. Her nipples were rock hard. “I feel something hard at my ass,” she laughed. “That is caused by those beautiful tits of yours,” he said. Then his right hand made his way back down her body,. “Contract modification,” she huffed as her hips thrust up, trying to get him in her. All she got was an inch, and then when her butt fell back to the bed she lost that.“Get it fucking in me!” she growled.“Patience, patience,” he crooned, dipping his hips to give her that inch again, and maybe an inch more. “These things should not be rushed.”Had anyone ever asked Dick Hooker if Jody Dagastino had long, pointy fingernails, up to this point in time, he would have looked at them with that.