"No problem, doll," I smile, "Anything for you." "Ooooh," your voice drops to a husky whisper. "I like that." You raise up a bit to nuzzle my ear. "S...ay that again." I can't resist that voice, and I turn to smile at you. "Anything, baby," I whisper, kissing you softly, "Anything I can do." Another brush of my lips against your own. "Anything for you. You want to sit towards the back, we sit towards the back. You want Raisinettes, you get them. What else can I do for you, hmmmm?" "Mmmmm," you. It was of healthy pink color and looked juicy enough. While moving towards me, his eyes caught something at the window that confused him.The pervert guy: Shit! That’s my wife. I told you to hurry up. Let’s meet tomorrow afternoon, okay, give me your number. Uff! You could have at least sucked my cock! You can hold it.He was showing me his stiff penis while looking outside and then stood still all of a sudden as though a cat caught his tongue. He went closer to the window and looked carefully. He was still feeling tired, so it was nice to just relax in the comfortable chair.“How’s it going, Faye?” he asked the tiny sprite as he stretched out, resting his feet on the coffee table, while carefully avoiding putting them through her holographic figure.Alyssa raised a hand with one upraised finger, and said, “Excuse me a moment, Faye, let me just perk up Mr Sleepy here.” She leant down and gave him a scorching kiss, his lips tingling as she flooded him with more psychic energy, replacing. The beer was pretty good as well.We chatted for a long time after we'd eaten, I was remembering things me & dad used to do, we went fishing a couple of times, basically sitting by a river, chatting and eating sandwiches. Dad used to enjoy motor racing as well, so we went to different types of racing all over the world, probably the most fun was dune racing in the desert, this involved totally mental 4-wheel drive vehicles with balloon tyres and 1500 horse power engines just bombing up and down.