I wasn’t in love with her, this wasn’t a “run away into the sunset and live happily ever after” sort of feeling. I just desperately wanted to ...ouch her once, everywhere. To not be restricted by the bounds of decorum, by the dictates of society and the rules of what is and is not acceptable to do to your best friend. Lost in thought, I almost jumped a mile when she asked, “What are you doing?” My hands came off her breasts as if they were poisonous and I took a healthy step backwards,. I had my on best broad over-the-top grin when she opened the door. Angie saw me and started laughing."A Loden Huete?!?" I assume you mean the German hat and not the suit," I replied deadpan, covering my nerves.She nodded."I had to set the mood. And speaking of which..." I held out the mixed bouquet in my right hand " ... for you."Angie's laughter softened into a smile as she took the flowers. She glanced at the bottle nestled in my other arm. I turned the label so she could see."Not champagne,. Britney: No don't wake her, lift her up gently and she can sleep in my room. I lifted up Kate and followed Britney to the bedroom she pulled of the covers I placed her gently on the bed and Britney tucked her in. We then turned off the lights and went back out to the lounge. Britney went to her handbag and pulled out a clear plastic bag with about 10-12 joints in it. Britney: Do you smoke weed? Me: Yes, but I never thought that you would. I mean you give out such a clean image of. ." said Richard, before he gave his mother a long sexy, tongue probing kiss."Ummm, darling, it feels so good when you have your hand there, and your finger... But I can think of something else that would feel even better in there."Irma Thatcher's words were a soft whisper in the ear of her eighteen-year-old son, as her legs spread apart so he would get the idea. While they lay side by side on her bed, both of them naked and with their arms about each other, his hand stroked up and down the soft.