We get inside her apartment and the clothes are coming off. Her hands are all over me, my hands all over her. She couldn't wait to pull down my pants ...and suck my cock. She was on it so fast my head was spinning. In fact I thought the room itself was spinning she was working her mouth and tongue so well. After a couple minutes I couldn't hold back. From the handjob in the car to the blowjob in her living room, I busted a nut hard and fast all over her DD's. She pumped my cock with her right hand. I then leaned over and we lightly kissed. I removed my hand from under her chin and we continued with our dinner. The conversation was minimal as we both were enjoying the sushi and soon all the containers were empty and destined for the waste basket. I went to discard the containers and she had walked to the sink. As I turned around after discarding the carry-out containers, she was right there. "You know," I started to say as I placed my hands on her shoulders, "you're a fabulous lover! The. “Beth, you and Collie come over and meet my friend, Ethan. He’s the new manager.”Both girls sauntered over and threw their towels on the lounge chairs, then dropped their bottles of oil on top.“You’re not green,” Collie said, and laughed.“No, but I’m as tan all over, as you are on your belly,” I shot back.“Ethan, this is my sister, Beth, and this is our friend, Collie. Girls, this is Ethan. Didn’t I tell you he was better looking than Henry?”“Hi, Ethan, we thought you’d be green. Joey said you. And not just me, but my stories too! While I write, after I write, when I proof, after I proof, after I post, when I answer emails, later when I'm having a rhum and coke and trying to slip my wedding ring off my toe as nonchalantly as possible ... I'm always thinking about the story and wondering what I should have done and why. A story can always be better. Don't forget that.For some odd reason my best ideas always come too late.Eventually, however, I forget about that story and write a new.