As I checked myself out in the mirror my body took control over my brain again. I’d sworn to myself that I would never go out jogging again with the... vibrator inside me, but there I was pushing the damn thing up my pussy.What was I doing? Sex was starting to control my life. I switched it on low, shivered a bit as it burst into life, and pulled my top down a bit so that my now hard nipples were poking through the lace holes.I got the key and let myself out, hid the key and started down the. Cupid followed Florence through the glossy red front door and into the living room. It was cluttered and cosy, bookcases covering the vast majority of the walls, each stuffed with hundreds of assorted books. For some reason, the place smelt like a delicious mixture of liquorice and gingerbread. There was a small fire burning in the hearth, and a little ginger cat lay fast asleep on a rug in front of it. Paintings hung on the walls, landscapes, portraits and still-lifes, an eclectic mix which. Can I pick you up or is that to forward, or should we meet somewhere instead? Maybe that’s better, as in is that more appropriate?’ ‘Yeah either way is cool Dave. Oh wow, this is so cool. I have thought about going to dinner with you. No kidding I really have and asking me out, well that’s so neat. What time and where?’ Jessica and I decided she would meet me at a small diner in a suburb that cooked the best seafood around. We met about 6:45 that night and both of us dressed casually and. Anytime you want me, I'm ready." I said breathlessly. I shifted again in my seat, I had never been so horny in all my life. As I did, my skirt shifted higher on my thighs, and I watched as his eyes traced the path from my knees to the hem of my skirt. I don't know what came over me, but I couldn't help myself. "Why just look, when you can touch?" I asked as I grabbed his hand and laid it on my upper thigh. His pinky finger was slightly under my skirt and just inches from my aching lips. Oh God.