You don’t need anything.“I love coming here. So many great sources. So well organized.” What the hell was that. Nerdiest comeback ever. I am so ...fucking this up.It’s hot in here. “It is a little warm up here on the ninth floor though,” I say, because I have nothing else to say.You smile. Fuuuuuck. The smile. You’re laughing at me but your smile makes me want to laugh at me too.“Looks like it,” you say, and you - what the fuck - nod to my pants? I look down, thinking maybe my zipper is undone.Oh. 30pm?” I smiled again as he took my hand, nearly shaking it off at the wrist,” God I’d love that, my A.J. you look so fucking hot, pardon my French, you look gorgeous!” I looked down at myself, I was wearing a bright orange vest top and a pair of blushing pink cut-offs, “ Hardly hot John, not in my “scruffs”,” He carried on gushing with praise for me, “ You look wonderful, gorgeous, that’s what you are!” John made to give me a peck on my cheek then shook Simon warmly by the hand, “ 8.30 tonight. He feels good, touching her so deep. His hot rod glides in and out of the needy cunt over and over again. Her hands run up and down his back. The bed creaks a little, but neither care, too overcome with passion. Sylvie feels an orgasm rising within her. Her hand grips his ass, feeling it clench and unclench when he thrusts up into her, over and over. She starts to pull him into her, losing it quickly. His long shlong slips in and out, driving her completely over the edge like Thelma and Louise. ‘Hi Lola. You playing or pulling?’ ‘Both, darling,’ she drawled in her southern American accent and sat beside me. ‘Harry and I’ve been drawn against that dishy English guy, Jonathan and the pro.’ ‘Helen?’ asked Eva. ‘Damn right. With her forehand she’ll expect to win but with my snatch and Hank’s power they’ll have no chance.’ We laughed, knowing it was almost certainly true. Helen might be almost 40 but she had the body of a twenty year old and played like a pro but Jonathan was known for.