It doesn’t even smell like Gothos anymore. I can actually breathe better. The air is so fresh not musky and harsh like on Moon Base One. I was too h...orny for Jamber to even try to make sense of what had happened. I put it on park and ripped my pants off and tried to jump her. “No! Not yet Kipp. I’m not ready baby,” she flirted again, kissing me on the lip and pushing me back into place. My seat was covered with sweat. ‘Fuck you,’ I thought, ‘who cares if you’re not ready. I’m fucking ready!’. We finally got to a door and this mature searched within her pulse to take out a set of keys. We stepped in and she said: “Please, leave me to rest on that sofa.” I did so, she thanked me saying “I trust you, Mr. Otherwise I hadn’t let you in, but emergency obliged me to.” She smiled so kindly, such a marvelous sexy smile, that I immediately asked her if she was alone at home. She said yes. I asked: “Do you happen to need something now, say, can get it for you, ma’am?” She replied: “No, not. We all tired to tell her but she was so blind to it. She even asked me to be in the wedding! I, basially against my will agreed. It was a nice wedding.. All the food and alcohol that you could drink. Terry tried to set me up with a groomsman, but I had other plans for my night. I grabbed a long stem red rose out of an arrangement and left shortly after the happy couple. It was June, so it was a warm night. My dress was baby blue and stapless. I do have to say she had good tastes in them. . I waited a while but she never answered, confused I looked up to see her smiling at me. Still confused I looked at her, she stood up and walked towards me and whispered in my ear“that depends on what your like” the hint of seduction was almost to much for me as I looked deep into brown eyes, her soft features gave me a small bit of comfort. To my surprise she slipped her hand up my shirt and started rubbing my chest, her cold soft hands making my nipples stand hard and rigid. Slowly she pulled.