When she stood upright and turned back to me, Deirdre saw the look on my face and looked down at her body. She pulled her robe a little tighter around her body and licked her lips nervously.
"I guess I should put on some 'real clothes' before you come over in the morning," she whispered apologetically.
"It's your house," I countered, "You should feel free to wear whatever you want."
I looked her over once more, my eyes flowing down her shapely legs to her painted toenails before rising back to her face.
"You look really good," I said. I felt a little guilty as I heard my own voice. It sounded hungry.
"Thanks," she replied huskily.
I slid around her and plopped down on the couch. It occurred to me that the last time I had sat on this couch, Trina had given me an exceptional blowjob. I
