I don't want to pay for one if we don't have to. I do want a new number." I nodded. I understood but I really didn't want to be beholden to either of ...our fathers.Amy said, "We will move this weekend. I'm looking forward to living with you in a real house. I do want to talk to my father. There are things that I want from my old room. I have a laptop and some clothes. There are a few keepsakes from my grandparents that I want to pick up. His wife can trash the rest. She may have trashed all of it. The situation was that; it got better.Even if Adam didn't know the truth about that night, he must have felt something change about me because since then we've had much more intense intercourses. I loved sex with him. He could always able to satisfy me. I loved his cock too. It wasn't that huge like Mike's monster, but with his size of more than 8 inches, he still gave me a lot of pleasure. The relationship between the two of us somehow became deeper and it's true that sometimes it would be. Luckily the man offered me a light. Exhaling smoke into my lungs, we both smiled."Ill be right back, I've got to use the bathroom," I whispered to him as I finished my last inhale of the cigarette.I couldn't seem to find the bathroom, the halls seemed never ending with too many turns. All of a sudden I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see the man who bought me the drink."Baby, you are looking real good. Getting me excited," he said as he grabbed my hand and rubbed it against his. I made it to work on time. It was Monday, I had just got home from work, and Vicky called. She wanted to know if we could meet at the Ramada again tomorrow. I said "How about if we go out for a drink at a quiet bar so we can talk and get to know each other?" She said "Ok. Do you know of any quiet bars?" I said The only ones that I know of are near my house." Vicky said "I don't mind driving, do you have a bar in mind?" I told her about a bar close to me and where it was. I thought about.