My hand told me it was you when it moved down your back to caress your butt.What I could see was your hair, long and beautiful. It reminded me of what...it feel like around my face when you kissed me or the way it warmed my chest when your mouth was busy somewhere else. As I moved to let my eyes follow what my hands already knew, I also saw your hand, shy and unsure. As my hand followed the curvature of one check to the next I heard a slight moan. Eager to find the reason for this moan, I moved. After making love, we would snack on chunks of bread torn off baguettes, accompanied by small wedges of Brie cheese and slices of Bermuda onion. "Dear Casi, you must learn to distinguish between good Brie and bad Brie." With her mouth full, munching noisily, "On the continent, we would laugh at the quality of cheese you Americans accept. Because it is marked 'imported, ' you believe that it is the finest. On the contrary, the dairies of Europe use America as a dumping ground for their inferior. ” She climbed the stairs and at the top said, “Laterrr.”Frankie and Bill looked at each other uncomfortably, tried to walk past, but kept butting torsos. When their respective paths did clear, Bill sat and watched television, and Frankie went upstairs to her room. * “Coming out anytime soon?” Bill asked.He lay in bed, shirtless and in boxer briefs, awaiting his wife’s reappearance from their bathroom. “Don’t you dare fall asleep,” was her request before vanishing with a small shopping bag for. This is so awkward. Just like Claire to put me on the spot."Uuuh, whoa. Serious? Ok...wow. I guess that's cool..." I stammered. There was no backing out. I was 40 miles away from home.We made our way up the stairs, she in front of I, her little firm ass right at eye level. We entered the apartment, which was blaring music, and there he was, sitting on the couch in his boxer briefs. I couldn't believe this. Claire plopped down onto the couch next to him, and it was at that moment I.