”I certainly didn’t want to be a baby. I drank the concoction and took his hand as he dragged me to the dancefloor.It’s funny the details I reme...ber and the things I blocked out. They played a lot of Motown and Southern Rock and I soon figured out why everyone was dressed so skimpy in the middle of December. We were packed on the dancefloor and sweating. That was part of the funky smell.“I need something to drink,” I said.“Just keep dancing. I’ll get you one,” he answered. No more had he left. Her fingers skimmed over his skin, delicate thumbs flicking in small whispers against his small nipples, a smile of satisfaction lit her face as he sucked in a breath. Bravely, she stood on tip toe, pressing a tender kiss to the hollow of his throat. He shuddered from the warmth of her kiss, his hands tangling in the wet strands of her hair. Velvet touched at his flesh as her tongue made hot trails down his chest, lapping across his nipples, dipping into the shell of his navel. His head went. "Standing in his boxers, he was very aware that Liz was watching him. "Liz, if you would be so kind, I would like some privacy. Having the future Queen of England watch me dress is putting me right off!" At least she had the decency to blush."Sorry David," she blurted, "I was just checking your body, I mean the bandages on your body, err your chest, err your ribs..." Liz" he said kindly, "How about going and making sure breakfast is ready." Yes, that's right! Breakfast!" and she hurried from. Phoebe was quite the exhibitionist, she loved to leave the shower stall curtains open and sing sexy love songs. She also loved to relieve herself of pent up sexual tensions by playing with herself, secure in the knowledge that she had the whole house to herself.The first time Damian walked in on her act of self-love he had heard the shower running but heard no singing, so he quite innocently assumed that she must have left the shower running unattended. Seeing, as the curtains were open, he.