Angie has an incredibly shapely figure, and she knows how to move it on the dance floor. Several men approach her for a dance, but she waves them all ...ff, preferring to dance with me or to sit them out with me. I am her date tonight, and she is giving me her undivided attention! After a few drinks, my tongue loosens, and I talk a little about my troubles with Gillian. I tell her about Gillian’s ‘spinner’ fixation, and my frustration with getting her to trust me, even after she allows me to. It just wasn't in him.It was time. All the worrying, and wondering if her plan would work or be a catastrophic failure wouldn't do any good. She just had to tell them and let the chips fall where they may."First," she said, folding her hands in front of her on the table. "I love you both. No matter what happens, I love you both." Wide eyes looked back at her from both faces across the table. "Second, Tom, I haven't been completely open with you. When I was Carly's age, I had a lover. He taught. Or perhaps simply the wrong gender was hitting on her. It was an encouraging thought, which kept me glancing over at her so often I was afraid my friends would notice and start razzing me. I wasn't sure what exactly it was about her that drew my attention like a magnet. She had a delicate fragility, and in this dark jungle of carnal predation, she certainly looked like prey. I tried not to stare. When I looked over again and she was gone, my heart began to race. I scanned around the room and. "Damn... mmm, darling. They were just begging to be released," Jay growled as his mouth descended down on her cheek, licking and teasing, moving downwards to her jaw. He took soft nibbles, his sharp fangs leaving marks on her soft smooth skin. His lips slowly moved to her neck, nibbling at her pulse point, licking it smoothly, making her quiver in anticipation. She returned the favour, her lips pressed softly against his chest, kissing his hard pecs as she teasingly licked his nipples, the tip.