“Come in my house,” she whispered. “Where your car is?”“No car,” I replied. “I walked here.”“Come in,” she said, and I found mysel...f having to suppress the urge to correct her English, like “Where is your car,” and “Get in, not come in.”She drove like a maniac, still struggling with the idea that you sit on the right-hand side in a British car and drove on the left side of the road. Or maybe she drove like a maniac wherever she was.In two minutes we were outside their rented house up a leafy. His finger pushed against my asshole like he wanted to push his finger in but he just pushed it just past the opening but not in and working on my ass hole while his other hand was on my clit. I put my hand up to my mouth and wet my hand by licking it and grabbed his cock again and continued to stroke it. I didn’t cum but it felt damn good baby. I was grinding against him as long as his hand was there. He eventually moved away so his cock left my hand and he massages my lower back he leaned. He’s in the shower. Don’t worry about us, I’ll open a bottle of wine and we’ll wait for you to get home.”Knowing Mark had never been at ease with women he didn’t know well, I had been dreading the idea of coming home and finding them sitting there in awkward silence, but to my relief when I finally got to the door of our apartment, I could hear laughter.When I walked into the living room, they were sat drinking wine and chatting happily. I greeted my brother and caught up for an hour while and. I mentioned Natalie too, and the titles of some of her books. "Oh, yeah, I read the first one in the series. That was SO weird. This dude gets murdered, but he's immediately reincarnated as this black chick, who goes out and solves her own murder, and becomes a detective. It was a totally original concept, and I thought the story was very well done." It's not really reincarnation. Instead of dying, he swaps bodies with this woman. She dies in his body, and he lives on as her." Oh, right. But I.