Lori still had a nice glow from the brandy as she walked slowly back to the apartment, giving herself time to think about what she would tell Dave about her 'tryst' with Marty, or whether she should even tell him about it at all. After all, it was not like she fucked another guy. Marty and she just played with each other for a few minutes, and hopefully Dave wouldn't make a big deal of it. Well, she needed a good dicking tonight and didn't want anything to interfere with that, so she would tell Dave about Marty, and herself, tomorrow.
"Hi, honey," she said as she walked through the door. Dave was in a bathrobe, sitting, watching a movie on his cell. She knelt beside him. "Anything good on?"
"Just a hard-on, sweetie," he chuckled. "Really, I'm watching an old spaghetti western, and it's pretty good. How was the meet with Marty, is she doing okay?"
"Yeah, we had a nice chat. See if you can guess what we were drinking," she said as she kissed him, laving his tongue with hers.
"Umm, tastes like brandy. Right?" he said.
"Yep. Now, do you think the brandy would burn your dick, if I should happen to suck you off right now?" she smiled, her green eyes twinkling.
"Mmm, I will gladly take that chance, come here," as he kissed her again, long, and lovingly.
She moved around in front of his chair and got on her knees, opened his bathrobe and gently pushed his knees apart. His cock was already tall and hard, almost a cherry red, and really in need of her tlc, she thought. Dave helped her slip out of her blouse and bra, and she slid her shorts down to her knees, giving Dave full view of her wonderful breasts and belly and sweet little patch.
He had tears welling as he said, "Oh babe, my God, you are so very beautiful. Just let me look at you for a little bit...I could eat you with a spoon, like vanilla pudding. I want a picture of you just like this, please."