We caught up on a few things, and he bought me a drink. Alex was flirting with me, just the way he did when I was with my ex, but I had no guilt of a ...over somewhere to hold me back now. I flirted back with Alex as heavily as I'd drank. I put my hand on his thigh, and squeezed it when he made me laugh at an old joke we shared. I commented on how his hair had grown since I saw him last, and ran my fingers through it. I knew I was a little tipsy, but that didn't matter. I was dizzy with his. He was already calculating time he’d need to get at least a blowjob, anal as well as a standard Quagmire fucking before time ran out. “It’s Denny’s two for one night… Dad and Chris are total pigs… they’ll be there at least two hours!” Meg replied.“Giggity!” Glen exclaimed like a school boy. “Well, alright!” Glen quickly formulated a most satisfactory game plan. He wanted a heaping helping of Meg’s newly practiced oral talents (and perhaps cap it off with a whopping facial to get things. Across Northern Europe, train services were halted and electricity flickered out under the onslaught of winds that gusted up to 180 km/hour (112 mph). However my train journey to Amsterdam was still listed as going ahead, so I decided to take the chance - after all, Holland is not so full of trees that can fall on train lines.Still, I boarded the train wondering if it was even wise to travel. A power failure could halt the train. There seemed to be very few locals aboard, the only others in my. We began to kiss, and she seemed to melt into me with a sort of feminine willingness, a need to be so close to someone that you no longer knew where you ended and they began. This kiss was different from anything previous in the night. It was more sensual, more arousing, more emotional. Lauren and I were connecting in a way that I hadn’t been able to with the other girls, and I gave myself over to it completely. Somewhere in the passion of our kissing, Lauren’s sweaty and nude body right on top.