She mentioned that they do not prepare meat during the week, but Mr. Marko can eat it when they have lunch at Mrs. Dora's mother over the weekend. How...ever, Mrs. Dora was angry that Marko was not prepared enough to help her make vegetable frappe which was an important part of TV report. Eventually the TV crew filmed Mrs. Dora and Mr. Marko having lunch, while Max was walking under the table. When the TV crew left, Mrs. Dora finished her lunch in peace and then told Marko to wash the dishes. When. This surely could not be happening for real. Grasping her hips, he guided her rocking, her weight a pleasurable pressure against his balls. As she moved her body, the rhythm increasing in speed. Her breasts bounced lightly, making him smile. A flush started to cover her skin as evidence of her pleasure and her breathing started to quicken. Grinding against him, he felt her heat and a slight quiver of her pelvic muscles as she surrendered to the building of the erotic pressure in her body. Her. The sex we had that night wasn't the mad passionate sort we had shared the night before. Instead it was a loving, caring, considerate, sharing, sort of lovemaking. Sometimes that's the best kind.Next week's poker party was going to be at Pete's house, and I knew something Nancy didn't know: Pete was going to have an 'emergency at work' almost as soon as we got there. Hopefully I would make a good start on my 'research' that night.Nancy was right. I was definitely an eager researcher, but poker. The house would stay warm for a while. As I lay there, I thought about the little kiss on the cheek I got from Sarah. I didn't want to make too much of it and get my hopes up but she was someone I'd definitely like to get to know better.I heard the screen door slam and Bonnie jumped onto the bed next to me. I smiled at her and rubbed her back. I figured she'd sleep wherever she felt most comfortable, either inside or outside. I turned off the bedside lamp.My eyes were closed and I was nearly.