Jane Flies High
After screwing Jane, Jack's sex life has downs and ups. I sat in the pub holding Simone's hand under the table. She was so pretty, and I adored her French-accented English. I wanted her, but every time I walked her back home, all I received was a deep, wet kiss. On that evening, I was horny as hell. Perhaps I should have been satisfied with fucking her boss, Jane, half an hour beforehand, but my brain was between my legs. Jane Pollard, my mother's age and one of her employers...