Oh that smile of hers hadn't been overlooked at all, though as things stood Mike could barely remember his own name just then...much less manage to form a single coherent sentence. She drew out a few moans with such ease at least, and when Jimmy stood up and started to used those delicate fingers along his throbbing saliva slicked length he whimpered all over again. Still just hearing the real need in her tone was all it took to pull Rigs from his desire drunk daze, and with a weak nod he slowly stood up as well.
Granted the movement was shaky, and it took a moment to gain his balance, thanks to the fact that all his blood flow was rushing away from his brain and down to the manhood in her grip. Still with a touch of effort Mike managed to move at last; his own hands making short work of her own belt and jeans. Sliding them down to the floor. With a grunt he laid her down on the couch. Pausing to undo her boots, strip off her clothing, and frantically stripping off his own as well. His boots were the hardest to remove, mostly because the one on the artificial leg had been laced up extra tight. Still when he was done at last O'Hare knelt between her spread legs, leaning down to gently suckle at her breast as the tip of his length eased inside her with care.