The kiss became several, the latter ones augmented by some French kissing and Owen’s hand gently caressing one of Ann’s beautiful breasts and the ...ther one of ass cheeks beneath her monokini.As they pulled apart, Ann stood kind of still with her eyes closed. She said to no one in particular, “That was about the best kiss anybody has ever given me.” She opened her eyes and smiled at Owen, “Thank you. That was special. Nice to meet you.” She grinned and then used both hands to fan her face.Owen. I took it from his hands and placed it on a convenient wall hook. I now stood naked. His wife the Hostess, Helen and Steph were lazing on the wooden benches, chatting and giggling. All three women were naked, and boldly unashamed, confident in their own beauty, sexuality and sensuality. Turbo, a recent patient at my vet clinic for his teeth cleaning, lay at Hostess's feet. His intelligent brown eyes followed me as I entered.”Honi took a deep breath, since the memory of that moment seemed to be. He should have been home over an hour ago, had at least a 30 minute drive to get home and he was still empty handed.For some reason, Roger decided to turn the radio back on. They were talking about what people were doing to celebrate Valentine's Day and maybe they could give him an idea. If they didn't, he was figuring he might as well just start making plans to sleep on the couch in the corner of the office and start waiting for the divorce papers to be delivered.The first calls were people. "Can we go inside please, it's cold." No," Lucy said firmly. "I've got nothing to say to you."Jack took a deep breath. "Well I've got something to say to you. To show you. Please." He looked at her with imploring eyes and Lucy shook her head, going to move away from him. "I'll keep following you until you talk to me," he told her. "And it is fucking freezing out here. It being November and in Lancashire, after all." Well you shouldn't be naked then," Lucy barked back. "And screwing those.