“Don’t drink too much of that,” Lee warned him. “That’s the bourbon barrel stout. I gravity tested it a couple of days ago, it’s about 1...%; and you know what the bard says about booze.”“It giveth the desire and taketh away the ability,” George replied at the questioning looks from the girls. “That would be bad,” he agreed. “Thanks for the warning.”He leaned up and kissed his wife as she bent down to him. “I need the bedroom tonight,” she said and flicked her tongue across his ear. “What. Shit it's close to ten – hell, I slept about 4 hours which is good for me so I finally answer, "I'm fine I just had a bad dream."Destiny surprises me when she apologizes, "I'm sorry that's my fault since I didn't hang the dream catchers this morning before we went to sleep."I derisively snort, "Like those would have done any good!"Destiny laughs her peculiar (but starting to sound familiar) laugh and counters, "You will see when I hang them tonight. You will not have a bad dream when we sleep. As we snogged her hand was moving up my leg and I was very turned on, I moved my right hand downwards and slipped it on to her tit, as she hadn't got a bra on I soon found her nipple and was feeling it, it soon got hard and then her hand was slowly touching the top of my leg. as I pushed her jacket off her shoulders she smiled at me.Lifting up her top I bent down and felt and sucked each nipple in turn, her hand was on the back of my head, as they got really hard she slightly moaned. moving my. He kissed her shoulder for all the times she’d had to come to pick him up from the bar when the bartender called her to say he was too drunk to drive home. He kissed along her collarbone for all the nights she’d helped him into the house and into bed, always putting a bottle of water and an aspirin on the nightstand for him. She gasped into his ear like she understood what he was doing but he continued anyways, continuing his slow, apologetic rhythm. He touched her body slowly, breath catching.