I never knew how powerful anticipation could be.
I had been anticipating Terri’s visit to the US ever since we made the plans to get together here in the States as opposed to my visiting London.
She said she would be coming to get me in a limo for our ride to the restaurant. As I walked out my front door and over to the car, the back door was open, but the driver had moved back up front.
As I leaned to get in, there was Terri, back against the other door, legs spread, dress at her thighs, inviting me to get in the car.