We make small talk whilst we eat, Sally and I making arrangements for our girl’s afternoon out tomorrow and Josh mainly questioning and teasing Andy over what it’s like dating the (and I quote) ‘hottest woman at the institute’. My bra is gone before I can even undo his belt and I’ve barely got his trousers open as my panties slip down my legs. “There’s nothing with us.” She responds, taken aback. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.” I admonish him halfhartedly, though I’ve never won at what he’s got planned. Forgive me?”
“Are you kidding?” I chuckle. wait…” I try to get him to stop so I can remove them, wanting to keep them clean for Saturday but it’s too late, his tongue slips inside me and my juices soak into the fabric around the opening. “What would I do without you, Darl?” he says, knowing full well that ‘Darl’ irks me. Or mention that BOTH of you were stealing glances?” I grin mischievously “he’s crazy about you.”
“Really?!”
“Yes, really.” I laugh a little “You guys would be
