We could have been characters out of the 70s sitcom, Butterflies.Now Dinah had no intention of leaving it there, in full view she pulled my arm from a...ound her and once again placed my hand on her knee. I felt that all eyes in the pub garden were on us but in reality I could see no one looking our way. I liked it and was happy to leave my hand exactly where placed. Well, not exactly, if you leave your hand in any one place you will no longer feel the texture under your fingertips as the brain. “Did you cuss him outafter she left?” “Are you kidding,” Joanne replied, “he came over to meand just looked at me until I dropped and sucked himoff, he knows damn well I can’t resist him, and it wasjust his way of showing me who was the boss!” “And who would that be?” asked Peggy.“His pecker, that’s who,” Joanne sighed, “I guess I’mjust a cock hound!” Nobody said anything for several moments until. Pushing past her lips, I began a thorough French tonguing of her mouth. It wasn't long before her lips softened and Carol began returning my kiss. She lost herself in the moment and, forgetting the people around us, pushed her tongue into my mouth. I captured it and sucked hard. I pulled away slightly and bit her lower lip before leaning further towards her. Skimming my fingers through her hair to expose her ear, I put my hand behind her head to hold her still while I licked her earlobe and the. " Honestly though, that dude probably has the worst headache imaginable after getting clubbed by a bed-frame post."With who?" Colon Powell." She scowled at me and grabbed me a mug from the cabinet."Whatever Cam. Look, we can't throw a party without beer ... so..." I glanced over and she was smiling wide and batting her eyelashes at me. I knew it. I fucking knew it."You have to pay half, and we're gonna need a keg." Thanks brother, just tell me how much it is." She started to walk back to the.