"What a surprise you are. I have to go right now."I didn't release her. "Mavis, you have had too much wine to be driving at night. You may not go home.... Wait until morning." I just can't. What will Maryanne think?" Mavis, hear me. Call her and tell her the truth."She looked both uncertain and relieved. After fumbling for her phone, she hit the speed dial and had a brief conversation with Maryanne in which she explained exactly what happened. By the end of the conversation she was laughing a. She again started moaning. I now started to finger her while licking pussy. This time within 5-6 minutes she arched her back and orgasmed. She became a little tired.But I was just getting started. I pulled her to the edge of the bed, spread her legs wide and stood in between her legs. She was like a lifeless body. I kept my dick in the entrance of her pussy and held her by the hips. She was trying to say something but I was in my world.Her pussy was already lubricated. I gave one hard push and. If she was going to spend the evening dancing she wanted something comfortable on her feet. Sarah chose a black pleated skirt equally short, red top, sun-tan tights and maroon sandals.They left at eight o'clock and drove into town but spent sometime finding a place to park. Luckily they remembered to take their long coats for the walk up to Leicester Square otherwise there could have been a riot given how short their dresses were. They ate at a Mexican restaurant in the Square and then found. I stop and listen to a guy play acoustic guitar on a corner for a while. He’s older, black, and he has fat fingers. He can’t play much more than chords, but his voice is enough to make for something special. He’s sweating like crazy…I’d hate to see him out here when it really is humid. He practically slaps through and into the soundhole as he plays Sam Cooke’s rendition of Summertime. I love it. Moving on, I’m watching the sky as the sun begins its final descent and I’m damn near skipping. If.