Called it Irish spaghetti. He learned to make it from an Italian lady in Hell’s Kitchen”She watched his face to see what affect her remark had on ...him. His face was unreadable and passive. She hoped she hadn’t made him mad. She really had to work on how she said things. Her father was always telling her that. She could hear him now, “It’s not always what you say, but how you say it.” Mentally chastising herself, she thought of how to make it up to him.Seeing that she was still a little uneasy,. There was nothing in the way she dressed that could be called overly provocative. She had learned how to reach the limit but not go over it.Since her divorce, she had had her share of being asked out by men, and even a few women, and she had gone on some dates. But she had discovered that the men who asked her out were in general interested only in trying to get into her panties as quickly as possible and dumping their load into her. It also seemed that both the men and women were intent on. Having no preconceived ideas before hand of what was coming, the first week was a revelation of sunshine, cheap booze and girls with loose morals! Dan was feeling somewhat left out of a lot of the fun as me and Mark were getting stuck in pulling wise he couldn't as his girlfriend back home said she'd rip his cock off if he cheated. Despite Mark and me telling him she'll never find out he still wouldn't cheat on her. After 8 nights Mark had met a girl he was spending a lot of time with so told. He delights in her soft, velvety lips, warm and moist, pressed into his. She parts his lips, dipping her tongue into his mouth and exploring it. He kisses her back, his tongue entwining with hers, gently at first, but as the passion grows and he pulls her into him, crushing her lips against his. Their breath quickens as the kiss progresses, neither wanting to break the delicious intimacy. Su pulls away from his mouth and begins to trace a line of exploratory kisses along the pulsating artery in.