Michael felt her stop before she took off her coat. Well that was odd; wearing a coat during a scorching day? Of course, Michael couldn't complain as he fingered her wet, inviting pussy and played with her warm, soft tits. Though her clothing choice was a bit familiar, he couldn't place his finger on it though. Of course, his fingers were busy at the moment, but all the same, something was familiar about her choice of clothing. Why he was thinking of her clothes at a time like this, he couldn't fathom. Feeling his release, he heard her wanting to taste it. Well, he couldn't be happier to oblige her.<br/><br/>"Well, Serena, you'll taste it soon, cause here it<i>comes</i>!" Michael grunted as he came, five thick jets of his cum bursting out of his dick. It was then he remembered the clothing choice, and he snapped his fingers. "That's where I remember it from!" He exclaimed quietly, noticing that people were now looking at both them and the threesome happening right behind them. "You're wearing the clothing Lily wears in<i>The Caper of Chicago</i>!" It was his third novel, and one of the most memorable, in his opinion. It had sold more than any book he had written to date, mostly because he had put in such an interesting plot, and his steamiest sex scenes. Perhaps it was just as memorable to her as well.