Laura followed him, curling up next to him with her head resting on his heaving chest.“That was beautiful bruv,” she whispered, tracing her finger... through the hairs on his chest and kissing his nipple.“Better than the other way?” He asked, his fingers caressing her back.“Mmmmm, not better but nice,” she replied, “you know l like it when you’re rough with me, l like it when you own me, making me your whore, it’s exciting. But this was different, this was making love,, it was warm and gentle and. This time I took the initiative and put my arm around her pulling her close. We looked into each other's eyes as we kissed passionately. My right hand moved up and cupped her left breast, massaging it as we kissed. She didn’t have a bra on so I was able to feel her hard nipples thru her nightshirt. Worried my brother might come downstairs, she grabbed my hand and said “Lets go to my room”. We entered the room, with only a soft light on, stood there and again held each other as we kissed. My. Her mother went on to talk to my parents in the living room. I tried to look involved with the game, but couldn’t help but take a glimpse at her. I wished she was sitting in a different position so I could stare up her skirt. As if she could read my mind, she crawled over me to the other side of the couch. In doing this, she flipped over me with her legs in the air. What I saw was unmistakable: a hairless muff staring right at me. She wasn’t wearing underwear. I wasn’t about to play her game by. All a very friendly group (they all yelled 'Hi' when I wandered over) and you could tell that this was a regular and local group. They were all having a good time.Stacy and I used to have a pool table at our house many years ago. Neither one of us is a real shark but we can play a little. I am a little better than her so we are a pretty good matchup but her skill tends to fade quicker with alcohol than mine do. No one was playing on the table so I asked Stacy if she wanted to play a game. She.