..sliding my hand up your leg...have you met Andy before you dirty girl?The door bell rings....and you smirk at me...biting you lip...and walk away to...answer it...wiggling your hips as you go through the lounge...with everyone looking admiringly at you. XxEamon and Sinead...the Irish couple stand there. Eamon stands in faded blue jeans and a pale blue denim shirt.....open necked...a matt of thick dark hair on his chest. Sinead is wearing black leather off the shoulder basque which finishes at. “Did I ast y’to?” said the inn-keeper. “You jes’ behave.”“He’s too damn big,” the girl said, looking up at me. “He tell you they want me to leave?”I nodded.“You gonna haul me away?”I nodded again and tried to look pleasant.“Where you a’takin’ me?” she asked, big-eyed.“Down close to the city, a lady’s big house, a nice lady.” I looked down the front of her gaping dress and admired the scattering of freckles splayed across her bulging charms. I knew the ancient madam would be scandalized.She. It was about 3 hours into the party and I was meeting new ppl as best I could but failing miserably I was talking to my friends when a I started to get a little light headed I asked if there was a place I could lay and rest my head. About 15 min of resting my head I hear the door open the light come in from the party as well as the loud music “occupied” I said as I covered my eyes from the light the door closed promptly. I felt the bed move and someone clime on the bed I asked who was it. We had taken a little picnic down to the beach with a blanket and a candle. The picnic was mostly just wine and cheese. All very romantic. My girlfriend had already had a few drinks and so after a couple of glasses of wine was nicely mellow. There was no moon and the lights on the shoreline made the beach seem very very dark as we were a way off from the sea path close to the sea. The sound of the sea blocked much of the sound of people walking about along the beach.After a short while,.