His voice was like a soothing massage, releasing the tension from her body with its smooth, deep vibrations. When she managed to say something witty, ...is hearty laughter tickled her tummy.Eventually they had strolled through most of the town and arrived back at their lodging. Inside the foyer she began to feel disappointed that the evening was drawing to an end. She looked into his eyes and wished she could hold him, lie with him, be with him."Have a good night, Belle. We'll be leaving for the. She wished her head was clearer and that she didn't still feel slightly sick.'The door was wide open' he replied pleasantly. 'I saw you asleep and thought a mug of coffee would help wake you up.''Get out!' Cathy tried to sound calm but her voice was shaky. 'This is my home, will you please just go.' Without replying the man just turned and poured hot water into the mugs then opened the fridge. 'Get out!' she was almost screaming now. As she watched him calmly pouring milk into the steaming. Both of Tom’s hands were now either side of Natasha’s head, holding it firm as he moved his mouth down towards her neck. Her hands moved to the back of his head as she pushed him closer in and began to let out heavy breaths. Tom traced the line of her neck back up towards her mouth, almost as if to gather some composure but he did not get the chance. Natasha bit hard onto his lip causing him to instinctively pull tight onto her long black hair. Tom pulled her hair back exposing her neck and. He could always hide behind the “too much to drink” line. “Strip bridge seems like the perfect award to me!” Cindy surprised Mathew at her quick response. “Perfect! Jamie, are you in?” Jamie knew better then to be contrary to Mathew, but the idea finally gave her a reason to enjoy the game. “I’m all in!”, Jamie bubbled. Mathew said, “Wrong game but right attitude, sweetie. How about it Don, are you in?” Don looked at Cindy as if he were looking for an answer. Mathew wrote it off to the liquor..