He knows me, really knows me and I believe he cares for me as well. His hand finally reaches up, knuckles caressing my cheek. I lean into that touch, ...yes closed and heart aching, inhaling my own musky scent still drenching his fingers. His thumb comes to rest over my lips while his fingers unfurl to cradle my cheek. I kiss that thumb until it slips away and is replaced by firm lips. The kiss is slow, deliberate and unbearably sweet. My heart breaks with the sheer beauty of it. This is it. This. ” She said as she gave me a big, salty kiss on the lips.She then proceeded to turn around and press her butt into my crotch doing sort of a mock-lap dance. I could feel myself responding to the stimulus. Damn.“Oh, that feels good.” I sighed.“Come on, let’s dance.” Marcy said.“No, you go out there if you want. I just want to sit here and drink right now.” I responded.“Party pooper.” Marcy said.Marcy took another sip of her margarita and then headed out onto the dance floor. In a few minutes. " I agree that I'm lucky, Carl", I said, "but I wouldn't say I'm generous. I love Kelly very much indeed, and when you love someone, you like to give them what they want. I know she is physically attracted to you, so..." I didn't complete the sentence. Kelly appeared.She breezed in to the kitchen, glowing despite the lack of sleep. She was wearing a soft blue and white patterned top with a loose matching blue wrap over skirt. As she walked, she showed glimpses of her thigh. She kissed me good. She also knows that unless restrained, I would take my own life before anyone had the chance to use me against her,"I thought about what she had said for a moment before answering, "As I said, a better guide I could not ask for, I welcome any assistance you may offer. I assume that if I were to call you by your name today... ?" I left the question hanging.She smiled and answered, "Yes, I would not answer."I nodded my understanding, "By what name should I call you?" Your first mistake," she.