They talked about Hawaii or Europe, but always settled on the Caribbean as closer. They could be in bathing suits sooner, and they could remove their ...uits and sex each other sooner. Dan finally dawned on the fact that he and Laura hadn’t had a vacation with each other in quite a while; he brought that up as a Sunday brunch topic. Laura was hangdog and apologetic. “Baby, I will try to do better. Next year, I promise.” Next year, at vacation time, Laura went with Greg. The same was true of. “Actually. Know what? Don't do that-- not until I get back, OK?" She favored me with another little smile. "You guys go be you." And she was gone. My attention returned wholly to the action in my seat. drunk on her, inflamed, dizzy and raging, I grabbed a handful of Diana's hair and forcibly pulled her up out of my lap. Her mouth was still open and saliva coated her lips and chin, and she still panted for the shiny, quivering thing jutting out of my jeans, eyes flashing from it to me and. Our kisses have become harder, longer, deeper. Our hands are doing their own dance, mine reaching up to unbotton your sweater, yours reaching down to unbutton my jeans. We kiss and caress our way closer to the fire, closer to the soft rug that awaits our passion. Lost in desire, we continue our dance of hands and lips, of teeth and nails, our tongues intertwined pleasing each other. The fur from the bearskin rug makes for a soft and warm place for our interlude. It’s warm from the heat of the. ‘These last two weeks have been the best time of my life and I owe it all to the two of you. You can count on me, Sharon.’ ‘Good. There isn’t much time left on your lunch hours so I’ll be brief. What I had in mind was a game that we girls could win or lose. That way, no matter who wins, the results will be the same. Diane will choose Tom. I will choose Dave. Ashleigh will choose Ted. Are we agreed?’ Both women answered with a resounding yes! Sharon extracted some papers from her handbag and.