I frowned. "Smile or die," she said thistime. I smiled.She disappeared to her room again then returned with a pair of ladiessandals. She dropped them ...on the floor next to me."Barefoot and pregnant is old school. Since I doubt if you'll ever bepregnant I want you to wear those." She pointed to the sandals. "Putthem on and then join me in the spare room."I did as she said. For the next two hours I lugged books and trash fromthe room. She had emptied a dresser, a desk, a bookcase and three boxesof. ‘Fenella was absolutely fab in the sack, brains of a fucking rocking horse of course, like Rupe, but oh she knew her way around a puss.’ ‘Still with her?’ I was bored by this time, who, I thought, could give a monkey’s about this stuff?’ ‘Well, Sweets, that is precisely what I was getting around to. You see three months ago the dozy cow decided she wanted kids. I mean, I ask you! So I said, don’t be fucking stupid we don’t want kids.’ I have to admit, this was less boring but nevertheless I was. If Candy’s cheek felt this amazing John could only imagine what her lips would feel like if he got to kiss them? Scene Three: The Dinner Date Crissy’s nerves (I should say “Candy’s” nerves I guess?) soon subsided, her butterflies calming down, as the group moved into the restaurant for drinks. Bill especially was great at breaking the ice and the four of them were soon chatting and laughing at various jokes and stories as they sipped elegant crystal flutes of pink Champagne. The dinner seemed. She shuddered and came, her body trembling, and as she did so I positioned my cock on her pussy lips.'Do you want my cock inside you?' I whispered to her, 'do you want it?'. She stayed quiet as her orgasm throbbed around her until she whispered 'Yes - fuck me'.And immediately my hard cock was inside her. I yanked her hair back and started fucking her hard. Being small she bounced around on my cock and was soon screaming with pleasure. She came again and was way louder than her mom with a cock.