My dick throbbed every time she would let out a startled sigh when ever she stuck her fingers in her pussy. it was only about 20 - 30 seconds into it ...when she started to gyrate a little. Then she stopped. She looked at me and smiled, then stuck her fingers deep in that pussy to get them really wet. She took them out, looked at how wet they were and then she wiped her fingers on my lips and under my nose. She giggled and gave me a quick wet peck on the lips and turned around and went back up. "And this must beMs Klein. I didn't realize you knew any respectable journalists..." Funny." You've read my stuff, Mr. Goodall?" she asked politely, sparing me asaucy wink."The darling of the underdog, and last hope of the unappreciated," hequoted like an exuberant fan boy. "I only wish you'd do more articlesabout the dismal state of Historic Preservation these days..." As a matter of fact," she rejoined cheerfully, ignoring that he stillheld her hand after the introduction. "That's exactly. He knows we're lovers. We made that fact patently clear yesterday afternoon when he walked in on us and you were naked and I was half-dressed. We've been alone all day, and he let you use the pickup knowing full well we'd have sex somehow, somewhere while we were alone. I don't think his invitation tonight was made to keep us apart."Jason's logic forced me to review Dad's invitation, especially his last comment. "This dinner tonight is important to me," he'd said. Jason could be right."Would. THAT. AGAIN!”She stared me down. “You just ripped my heart and soul to pieces!”She wrapped around me, sobbing. I held her close (partially out of self-defense). “Huggy Bear, I can’t live without you.”And then I got raped (except you can’t rape the willing). My God. Did you ever hear the term “Every Which Way but Loose”? I thought I knew what it meant but after that, I knew it like it was tattooed on the inside of my eyelids. The last thing I remember was thinking that I was going to be one.