I will tell you what you want to know... just say what you have in your head. You are very handsome... I like your hair!" Her hand went up to ruffle l...ightly through Tim's hair. Her eyes glinted devilishly, and Tim knew she was enjoying playing with him. She reminded him of a young kitten."Say... why are you called Dot? That's not French." Monsieur Sam... he thought it fit me... My real name is Marie- Claire. Would you like to take a walk?" she asked suddenly. "And I can show you the gardens.... I want to do something different. Something more challenging." She pouted and then formed a mischievous smile as a clever idea came in her head. She stood before her father, nude and beautiful as a teenage supermodel can ever be, and hoped to Hell he was seeing her well-shaved beaver. "Can I do whatever I want?" Sure." He swallowed, yet his cock still stood as high as Mt. Everest. "What do you have in mind?" You'll see." The time was 10: 12. Eighteen more minutes until climax. She leaned. ..Can't Make It HomeWe have left the bar and we're headed for a taxi knowing we must get home, knowing we need to continue where we left off in the bar. We find a taxi quickly, hopping in, feeling the electricity, the passion, the sense of urgency. As we sit close on the back seat of the taxi, I watch the world going by in some attempt to compose myself and prepare for what will happen. As I turn my head back around to Alex and Craig, I can see that they are fumbling in laps, under a coat. I had gone limp because I don’t take any steroids or medicines to keep on going. Now it was my turn.I removed her tee and to my surprise, she was not wearing a bra. By all standards, her vital statistics should be at least 38-28-38. Her nipples were already erect which were located on a pair of perfect pair boobs. We started kissing each other as she had climbed on me. I laid her down on the sofa and started to lick her earlobes which gave a chill down her spine and she arched her back while.