I took his hips and turned him away from me exposing a muscled and well formed ass. I slid both hands onto his inviting firm bottom, then with my fing...rs spread his magnificent round ass cheeks apart. In response my temporary lover leaned ever so slightly forward and placed his other hand on the wall. I slowly ran my nose down along his butt crack breathing in heavily becoming drunk with lust at the essence of his scent. I reached in with my tongue and erotically licked his glistening. Ryan and Lara split the driving, working on the band's blog in turns. As northern Virginia drew closer, Ryan found herself fidgeting in anticipation. She couldn't wait to see Brody. After his concussion, they'd dispensed with video calls, as he didn't want to risk a headache from staring at the screen. It worked better for Ryan anyway, since she tended to call while the band traveled. She wondered if he still had his playoff beard. Lara pulled up in front of the apartment building and both. "Tom and Noah were the only people I knew back in Asheville, Dad. He handled everything for me after Noah ... had his ... fall. Without his advice I might not have handled things all that well."That got Tom talking. "Angela definitely did not need my shoulder, or anyone else's' after Noah's tragic death. She was very sad, but strong, and determined to live instead of grieve and drift. Her strength and vision for the ranch was inspiring, if you must know. I used to tell my wife that Angela was. Actually, I've got some rather nice Armagnac. How does that sound?" Perfect!"They released each other and Richard headed off towards his drinks cupboard. Deborah was only a step behind so that when he stepped back with the bottle in his hand they bumped into each other. Deborah giggled. Richard, turning, kissed her quickly.Having poured two glasses they walked back to the sitting room and collapsed on the sofa, Richard with his left arm round Deborah's shoulder. She warmed the glass in her.