She wondered what he was so happy about. She hated pants. She hated belts and buckles. Before they existed, everything had been so… available. He se...t her down and stared into her eyes, unable now to look away from her. “Now fuck me, dammit!” she demanded, and stretched up to kiss him again.Jake picked her up and carried her to the bed. He playfully dropped her onto the mattress from four feet up. She bounced twice, her legs dangling over the side. The bed automatically began making adjustments. Lizzie she said.It was a bit of an awkward moment, So I tried some small talk. Just thena Taylor Swift song started up, I'm not a fan of hers, her songs play wayto much. Doesn't Taylor Swift suck? I leaned in and told her. I hate this stupid IKnew You Were Trouble song.She looked up at me with a face of anger. I must have said the wrongthing because it looks like she is a fan of Taylor Swift. Also justruined any chance of my getting with her tonight."If Taylor Swift sucks so bad then why are. She spontaneously put her arm around his waist. The feel of his firm body as she rubbed against it while they walked was exciting.Marcie could sense that he was being somewhat reserved and hesitant. "Oh well," she thought, "I can change that later."She began her little seduction ritual, which increased in intensity as the tour guide narrated the history of the architecture along the river and they viewed the city from the lake. By the time the tour was pulling into the dock, they had their. As curvy as she had been, her new shape enhanced her appeal. As she fussed at the counter, i saw the outline of the white four-hook bra she was wearing, and wanted to get a peek at what might be under her skirt. She pulled a step stool up to reach a bottle of soy sauce in the cabinet, and as she did so, the buttons on her skirt spread, letting me see she was wearing what looked like a long black slip. We chatted as we ate, and took liberal refills of wine. After we finished, she lit up a 120,.