Her nipples made lovely dents in the cotton. She looked a little nervous. It was cute, really.“Hi,” she said.“Hello.” I replied, thinking to ...myself, ‘If you had any idea how badly I want to fuck you right now, you’d probably run screaming.’“You probably don’t remember me…”“Sure I do. From the gallery..”“Yeah, but I mean...” A pause. Sometimes it pays to know when to keep silent, so I just stood there patiently, waiting for her, curious.“I’m Summer. Your niece.”“Oh.” Oh fuck.“You don’t remember. Jake noticed a deep scratch on her belly and thought it might be a trick of the firelight against her body. He reached up to touch it at the same instant that she twisted around with one arm to unfasten his jeans.“What happened here?” he asked her.Distracted from what she was doing, Béla twisted back around, her slippery pussy sliding on his chest. Her other hand slid off his shoulders. She lost her balance and came crashing down, squashing a tit against his forehead. His chin dug painfully. I wanted a memento.” Wendy said as she took up the bag of coke and sprinkled a little on the table, she then used a card that was laying there to make out some lines. “You know, something to remember you by.” She said with a big grin before taking up the rolled bill and did a line with each nostril. “I bet Greg would love to see it.”“No, you can’t show him! He’d flip. It would kill him if he knew I cheated on him last night.”“I think you underestimate him” Jake said under his breath.Susan gave. I turned around, and there he was. Our eyes melted into each others, and he said in the most adorable accent ever "Um, hi I couldn't help but notice you over here. Are you by yourself?" I replied "Um, no. Wait, actually I am." He smiled and said "Good. I'm Mark Goodman." I smiled back and said "I'm Marissa." "Would you like me to show you around London Ms. Marissa?" I totally blushed at that. "Sure." I said giggling. "You can call me Marissa." He took my hand and kissed it gently. Then he.