Clair? If you insist on messing around with boats, why don't you leave it at Pentwater and fly up on weekends? I mean, Jesus, kid." That's a very good...question. We got bored. When we made the decision we weren't going to go for two years, we graduated a whole year early and the idea of flying back and forth... ? We had no intention of learning to fly, we were just hauling Candy to Franklins so she could learn. Life makes funny squiggles out of carefully thought out and meticulous plans. We got. A number of buttons on her blouse were open and a vast amount of cleavage was visible.The cleavage settled the idea for Peter. “Sure, baby!” He sat down next to her on the couch and leaned back, and Lauren leaned back with him. They moved close enough to kiss, and within a few moments, their hands were wandering over the other’s bodies.Upstairs, Heather stared as the scene unfolded on the screen before her. She had turned on the set as soon as the door locked, even before Lauren and Peter had. One hand clasped at the base of her skull, fingers full of blonde curls while the other hand disappeared between her thighs and strummed her clit with a fingertip. Paris was almost oblivious of her own hand as it drifted downward of its own accord. Her fingers slithered beneath the denim and slowly traced the burning mound of her pussy; the sharp tip of a nail gently scored the spot where her throbbing bud rested beneath its hood. She unconsciously matched every pulse of Tom’s finger with her. "It's OK now, Jasmine. I'm here now," Wolfie said. His eyes shone with warmth towards me and then they turned yellow and hard, towards the vampire. "Let her go now, you two hundred year-old leech, before I tear you apart!" The vampire dropped me to the ground and got to his feet.I clambered to my feet and leaned back against the trunk of the willow. I stared wide-eyed, terrified for Wolfie, "Be careful, my love."Wolfie blew me a kiss and then turned angrily to the vampire, snarling. His eyes.