We had been dating for a few weeks. We had already been tobed together and I enjoyed letting her take the lead. She would do smallthings like hold my...hands up above my head while she kissed me or tell heto hold on to the head board while she fingered me to orgasm. One nightwe had been out with friends. It was our Thursday night watching of XeniaWarrior Princess with the rest of the baby dykes. We had been drinkingbeer most of the night and on the way back to her place I said to hurrybecause I. There was screaming from all sides, there were lunatics with guns and swords, I had no idea where Diana was and it was just fucking awful. And I’m no hero. I’d like to stress that. Not. A. Hero. I’m a father, a husband and a brother and I’d like to remain that for a very long time. There’s a reason I’m not with the police or the fire brigade: I don’t crave excitement and I’m not all that keen on helping others. Not unless they’re family or friends.So we were at the foot of the escalators, in. Both beds were king size. I put the bags down, called Pat over to the window and stood behind her. The view was fantastic! We could see upriver to both sets of falls, looking over the tops of all the buildings, including the Casino across the street. I slid my hands up her body under the sweater as she pushed her chest forward into my hands, then I slid her sweater up as if to take it off her. ‘Hey, I’m in front of a window here,’ she complained. ‘Pat, we are thirty floors up, so just who do. Brittany's hair was dried, and curled like fluffy waves. She was wearing a little bit of make up, making her cheeks look flushed. She wore this pink see through nightie with no bra, and a white thong that had a rose on the crotch. Lori hair was like that of Brit's. She too wore a little make up giving a slightly darker complexion. She was wearing a black see through nightie with pink trim, with matching underwear. She too, had no bra on. I took off my towel, and began to get on the bed."Hold on.