[Lao_Tzu]

Installment 3
When my palm landed, I realized that she was not wearing a bra…..I quickly removed my hand, feeling embarrassed I kept quiet through out the whole journey of about 20mins.

When we reached out room, I could feel that the atmosphere is abit awkward, so I quickly went into the room to bath and change.

After stepping out of the bath, I heard someone knocking on my door, I open and was greeted by Joanne, with a bottle of red wine and 2 glasses in her hand. I was hesitant about drinking more as I was worried that I would take the wrong path…

Lao Tzu: hi…another drink?
Joanne: ya…just feel like having another drink
Lao Tzu: no lar…I marbok liao…..cannot drink anymore
Joanne: wah lao…a girl chio u and u don’t give face
Lao Tzu: …..ok lar….just 1 drink only…..

We sat on the settee and started on drink….1 bottle soon became 2 bottles which soon became 3 bottles….both of us were totally wasted….she began to speak incoherently and became very touchy……we soon engaged in a spate of tongue fights. She was straddled across my legs and her boobs were now inches from my face. One thing led to another and soon I was licking and suckling on her light brownish nipples and she was letting out intermittent soft moans. With my out stretched right hand, I began to caress her bum then move closer to her love hole….

OMG…was she wet….I began to finger her, her rhythm of breath is symmetrical to the rhythm of my fingering and the depth of penetration….her moan was soft when I slowed my speed to do a shallow drill….her moan was load and more intense when I drilled deeper with a quicken pace.

She is the first squirter I have met….she squirted my legs were drenched with her love juice…at this point of time, I was quite awake…the first though was that she had urinated, but the liquid is like lubricated, smooth….much like oil…..

We kissed for the longest time after the she came, my pant was at my knee with my boxer still in place but drenched. Somehow it was abit strange for me not screwing her there and then with my now fully charged drill…maybe it is the alcohol, which provokes the desire but takes away the action. Joanne slumped on the settee and was breathing heavily.

The ringing of my mobile broke the rhythm of Joanne’s heavy breathing. I knew it must be my OC calling to see if I was ok….I quickly got up and in my attempt to move away from Joanne to avoid OC hearing her heavy breathing, I trip over my pants which was at my knee and I fell flat onto the ground OC heard was worried I had hurt myself…this really woke me up…and I was able to talk to OC in a normal sober tone. I got up from the ground and continued talking and suddenly, I felt Joanne pulling my boxer off….