She shrugged.“They don’t move!” Kaylee hissed. “They haven’t moved since I’ve been standing here, watching them, Kellee!”Kellee wrinkled...her brow. She leaned forward until her forehead bumped the edge of the wooden slat. Not only didn’t the robin or adorable black squirrel seem to be moving out there, but the robin had its beak open, apparently in mid-chirp. A very long, extended mid-chirp, she thought.“And, of course, it’s mid-afternoon, where it’s supposed to be... 1:46 a.m.,” Kaylee said,. We held hands, touched each others legs, ran our fingers along our arms, pecked each others cheeks and creating a new silence with an occasional kiss on the lips. She was gorgeous, and I told her so, she said I was stunningly beautiful, making me blush, and sending my heart a flutter. Our conversation was halted halfway through our second bottle of wine by one of the bar security guys, apologising but the manager would like us to tone down our behaviour as it was upsetting some of the guests. I couldn't work with someone with that prejudice built into their makeup. To their way of thinking we were either pawns to be manipulated or obstacles to be brushed aside.All of this was playing through my mind as the university's president explained that he was a cultural anthropologist by trade and very much interested in our discoveries. I could feel the butter being slathered on as he heaped praise on the way we had, in such a short period of time, uncovered and preserved for the record so. We were in my bedroom two minutes later after kissing deeply in the hall. Exchanging giggles and kissing more and more I had her top off and then her bra, then her knee high leather boots, then her jeans and then her knickers.Laying her down on the bed I stripped off in front of her and then smiled, one item of clothing left, my clingy lycra boxers, which I was straining out of with my hardening length.'Is that for me?' she asked, one fingernail between her teeth, and I nodded, peeling off my.