You take the keys you have from Danielle’s apartment out of your pocket and slam them on the kitchen counter in anger. You walk out of the apartment...without saying a word. You take the bus home and try not to think about Danielle. It’s hard, but the music that you’re listening to helps you to ignore the thoughts. When you get home you get a surprised look by your parents. “What’s wrong? We thought you would stay at Danielle’s place?” your mother asks. “We had a fight,” you answer before. After 5-10 min of passionate kissing, we broke it. As it was early morning, we both were in night dress with no inners.She suddenly entered her hands in my tee and started pressing my boobs and pinching it simultaneously. It was a new feeling for me. I didn’t know how to react. I let soft moans. After some time she took my hands and placed on her boobs and asked me to feel them and press them. I followed her. She was moaning loud. I then removed her tee and she did mine. We both were topless. Yet she is also a touch uncomfortable because he sees right through her into that deepest part of herself. A quick kiss, a touching of lips, yet somehow this simple embrace reminds them both of all the passion that always rises between them. ‘I’m so glad you’re here! How was your flight?’ As they walk back towards the baggage claim she peppers him with questions in an attempt to disguise her nervousness. Inwardly she wonders if he likes what he sees, if she is the one who will finally hold this. "Yeah? When are you on? I'm saving all my money for a lap dance from you honey" and he pointed at a table. "I'm sitting right over there. I'm a big tipper honey, you won't be sorry for doing me first."That set up a raucous chorus of, "Do it Chris, do it Chris, make us proud Chris." You can never be sure about these things, but I'd bet good money that from the light in her eyes that if she would have had a few drinks in her she would have done it. The guys were still chanting, "Do it Chris, do.