me as well. I felt hot and swollen and wet. God I really needed to be fucked. I could tell I was getting really comfortable as I realized I began to touch his arm or knee as I talked. I couldn’t help myself. I get even more excited as I notice him watching my mouth more than my eyes as I speak and then I feel tingles inside my breasts as I watch his eyes drop to my cleavage. I can’t help but think how much John would love to watch me flirt this way. As alcohol often does to me, I find myself hot and loose. I am surprised when Mark reaches up to move the hair out of my face. "Feel free to ditch John and spend the week with me." He whispers close to my ear