“Glad to hear it,” he replied softly. The atmosphere in the small room was charged with an energy that had both people breathing through gritted t...eth. Jacob wanted desperately to make a move, but was unsure how far the gorgeous blonde would let things go. A thought occurred to him; if he was confident and relaxed in his next action, it just might work. As he continued rubbing Ariel’s shoulders, he focused more around the base of her slender, tempting neck. Gradually, he slipped his hands. It was nice to know that Sian had a good friend as a flatmate, who was looking out for her.We strolled down towards the city centre, which was comparatively quiet on a Tuesday evening. We found a pub at the bottom of High Street called "The Borough Arms", of the type that we call a 'free house' in Britain, which means it is not owned by a brewery, and is therefore free to sell any brand of beer.It had the magical words "Felinfoel Ales" on a board in the window, and I asked Sian if she had tried. I am really scared now.A light laugh came after the guttural moan. This laugh was not human. Crisp air moved around me making me tremble more from the chilliness. I couldn't separate if I was shaking from chilliness or from the fear. However my born again virgin of a vagina was still betraying me. I could feel moistness cooling between my legs. A gush of air moved, the bed creaked from weight and cool, moist air began suckling my clit. I unexpectedly expressed a quivering moan of. ‘You get a message or something? Are the boys ok?’ Presuming it was from one of our friends saying that one of the boys was ill or something. ‘Oh no, it bleeped cos a message has just gone through. I sent it hours ago. Don’t worry babe, nothing is gonna spoil tonight,’ his sexy blue eyes shining. I had just finished my third glass of wine when the telephone rang. ‘You get that babe,’ Jack suggested. We both left the table, me to answer the phone, and Jack to clear it. The phone call was very.