He took her in his arms again, and kissed her passionately on the mouth, sweeping his tongue along her lower lip, until she gave in to the passion tha... she was feeling and gave him entrance to her mouth. Their tongues danced, a mating ritual, a foreshadow of what was to come. He started to work at the buttons of her blouse, and watched her face as he did so. He pushed the cotton garment from her shoulders and down her arms. It floated to the floor, puddled at her feet. She pulled his shirt. They had shared just one dance after the meal, before she danced with everyone who had queued to trip the light fantastic with the acknowledged belle of the ball. She giggled guiltily, recalling indiscriminately kissing everyone in this swanky hotel ballroom, including a waiter and the DJ!Eve even snogged her best friend, retiring to Carol’s room after dancing, to shower and change her sweat-stained formal clothing. Eve smiled, remembering flinging her sopping knickers at Carol, who caught them. He had blood on his hands. Would they be equals if she had blood on her hands as well?His quiescent cock was lying between his thighs. He should have a raging erection for this exquisite creature of whom he had certainly not had his fill. She was naked and lying next to him; yet, his thoughts drifted elsewhere.He wondered where protesters went at the end of the day. Did they go back to their homes and their beds? Did they camp out on the apartment floors of friendly strangers? Or, duh, did they. To make sure I was in the mood, I ran the bathroom fan and smoked a joint. It felt incredibly luxurious, and I decided that I was going to make this part of my Sunday morning routine.When Kevin got to my house, he let himself in and followed the sound of the water up to the bathroom. I handed him the rest of the joint, which he smoked while I got out of the tub and dried off.“How do you want to do it?” he asked.“I want to be lying on my back with my bare feet in the air. And I want you to suck.