Slowly the window was wound down to reveal an attractive middle-aged woman wearing huge tortoiseshell sunglasses..“Hello stranger, fancy seeing you!...” The mild Germanic inflection was instantly recognisable as that of my old flame.“Carlotta? Is it really you?” I stammered.“It most certainly is, darlink. And all the better for seeing you. Come and sit beside me.”I needed no second invitation and moved promptly into the low passenger bucket seat. I instantly picked up the distinctive aroma of the. This was fine for guys like them, but for people like Brad, or even Finch, sexualizing the relationship had diminished, rather than enhancing it. The problem was that I just loved to get fucked.As this overwhelming realization cascaded over me, my ass started tingling with a longing sensation. With no one available to satisfy me, I was drawn, as though magnetically, to the sidewalks of Hennepin Avenue. The neighborhood that had seemed so dull and drab by daytime now glittered and throbbed with. " The couple was on the couch -- and Elise was cuddled up, naked. "I don't think she has a home to go to at this point," he added.Faye made a face. "Well, she won't need a bedroom, and even if she did Rachel won't be using hers again..." Roger just nodded."I can't fault Rachel's taste in men," Roger muttered. "She has better sense than I do." Rachel grinned from ear to ear at THAT! Faye nodded agreement and headed for the kitchen to see about dinner, and we turned our attention back to. Scribbling some final notes from my last meeting (yes, I still find it easier to use a pencil and paper!), I looked around me. I was obviously not the first person to notice the couple. It was difficult not to. At that time, of course, none of us knew that they were a married couple, they just looked like your average lovers that were getting a little overheated. Trying not to make myself look too suspicious, I studied them both for a minute. They both looked to be in their early or mid.