We won’t get a damned thing accomplished if all you have in mind is sex, you know. I’m glad that’s settled” Marsha piped up. Returning Marsha’s look with a knowing grin of her own, Lucy spun around, making sure not to lose her grip on Roger’s hand, and they headed for the restaurant door. Will we ever sleep together? Once again, Roger groaned at the delirious touch of her as she slowly slurped, sucked, and savoured his masculinity. Running her lips over the hair of his belly, she arrived at the waistband of his jeans, then began to fumble with the button and the zipper that kept her from her quest. . At the end of an hour, they left, with Roger starting to retrace the route back to Lucy’s house. It looks like you stuck your finger in a light socket, then sprayed a gallon of hair-spray on it!” Denise blushed at the realization of what Lucy had just said.
