Mark drove to the closest store that would have a decent wine ***********ion. I thought Paige was working overnight at the hospital. “If you want to come to my bedroom, we can be a little more discreet than you were last night.” Paige bit her lip, took Mark’s hand and started for her bedroom. “Came back to the scene of the crime,” she chuckled. On the drive home he saw a restaurant he’d been to a few times and told himself a burger and a beer would be good right now. On the drive home he saw a restaurant he’d been to a few times and told himself a burger and a beer would be good right now. Her ass was perfect in the tight jeans. “It’s ok,” said Mark. Mark pulled into an almost empty parking lot. Paige closed the door behind her and locked it and gave Mark a wicked smile while holding up her index fingers behind her head like she had horns. The server waved and said she’d be right over. He put a nipple in between his thumb and forefinger and gently tugged while he kissed the other. “Mental note to self,” Mark said. He felt her furry patch and then focused back on her pussy. I could use the tip money,” Erica replied.
