‘Yours or mine, shall we say mine, I tidied this morning!’ Dave asked her. ‘Planning on getting laid tonight were you?’ She sniggered, at awe ...with her own words. ‘I knew tonight would be the night that you would finally notice me,’ he winked at her before grabbing her head and kissing her again. The taxi moved off. Both Sarah and Dave were still kissing and caressing each other, his hand moving slowly up the back of her sweater finding the piece of material that was keeping her perfectly formed. Her pussy smelled so wonderful. The sweet smell of her juices combined with the nice scent of moisturizer she used on her legs. I fingered her harder as I sucked and licked her clit. Then she grabbed the sheets again with both hands. Her hips thrust up in the air and her legs began to tremble. This gave me more momentum knowing she was about to cum again. She gasped deeply, grabbed a handful of my hair and and held onto me for dear life as she squealed, "Oh fuck yes!"She bucked her hips as. I could regale you with stories of the places I had been ... But I won't. That is not what this story is about.This story is about how I left earth.It was Wendy who was the catalyst, breaking me out of my cycle of depressive thoughts of the the past. She got me living in the moment, again, instead of the past.No, Wendy is not really her "proper" name but I could not pronounce her name in her Native American tongue and it translated, roughly, to Wind Chaser ... but her Arizona State Police ID. Karla had no clue what to wear. She went thru numerous outfits but nothing seemed to be to her liking. She finally settled on just a white bra and panties set with a pair of white thigh highs and white heels. She then covered this all with a short, sexy red satin bathrobe. She looked in her mirror and laughed to herself: "I look like I fell off a damn Valentine's Day cake!"At 12:30pm Karla's heart began to race again. She watched her clock with great anticipation as each minute ticked away..