After hesitating a long time we chose a sexy board game. In the way back from Paris, still very excited about this new experience, we decided to open ...he game to find out what awaited us once we got home. The train was crowded. The excitement was still rising. Her head was resting on my chest and she was reading us the different questions and sexy little games out of our new gift. My hand was walking around on her hip and her ass. She put her hand on the bump of my pants and while kissing me in. I gave the man my hand stepped gracefully out and bowed. Flicking my wrist my out sized fan covered my upper body. Steven walked to my side taking my elbow we started up the pink marble stairs. We walked through grand beveled cut leaded crystal French doors. Horns blew as we were presented, people were dancing but turned to watch us make our entrance. Once at the bottom of the stairs. Steven took my hand we fell into pace with the ball room guests. After three fast paced waltz’s we finally. Anger had spurned his move to Philly and his dedication to his professional life instead of his personal one, but since then he’d moved on to the next stages of grief. UPenn was not exactly a walk in the park, and he now seemed stuck in the depression phase, his academic work consequently suffering. ‘Well don’t. Like I told both of you, I’m fine.’ Layla frowned, unconvinced by his words. Suddenly, she popped out of her stool with a mischievous glint in her eye. ‘I know! Let’s get you laid!’. Resisting the urge to draw her into my lap, I instead took in a slow, deep breath. Finding myself content to nuzzle against her hair, I took in mouthfuls of her scent. At last, dropping my head I nudged her hair aside to find the shell of her ear, whispering in low tones. “Can I kiss you?” My tremble was apparent as I raised my free hand to brush the hair from her shoulder. The words sounded rough, as if I needed to clear my throat. The ache to clench her to me was deep in my bones, the desire.