That was a drunken night for us and Amy and I have dealt with it, but I really don’t need the play by play!” I tell Tyler, almost yelling at him. “Her surprising me in the middle of the night, sucking me,” I hear a zipper and can see the struggle to free himself from his jeans. Nothing you can do.”
“I know.”
We start to drive away; after about 10 minutes of riding in silence, Tyler starts talking. We come to a stop light. I nearly drive us off the road. And I say “okay” not really expecting to get anything from this night anyway. Tyler’s hands wrap around Amy’s thighs, sliding under her panties. Can you tell him to meet us outside in about five minutes?”
“I will, thank you. Amy nods and says “yeah” removing his hand and replacing it with her own, trying her best to match his previous speed. I stopped the car and rolled down the window, shouting out “how much?”
“If you have to ask you can’t afford it!” Tyler replies, laughing.
