"I paused, realizing that whatever Luke was going to do tonight, he expected me to do it with him."I thought you went to bed." Not tired," he replied,...shrugging.I knelt down on the floor with him, feeling a little awkward. I almost picked a movie, but stopped myself."Seth asked me to go bowling," I admitted, and Luke just stared at me for a minute before his eyes drifted from my hair to my clothes."Oh."I don't have to," I said quickly, noticing disappointment in his voice."No. It's fine.". There was shouts, deep voices battling it out against what sounded like an oncoming storm. Through her thoughts she hadn’t even noticed that the comfortable sway of the room had turned more violent, and that the all too familiar sounds of an unhappy sea lurched outside. A storm was coming. Her groggy mind kept to action and she scanned the room. She needed to find clothes, and from the escalating sounds outside the door she needed to do it fast. She spotted a once white shirt hung over a. My every wet kiss was making her lips wet. I was continuously kissing her. our tongue was playing in each other’s mouth. She embraced me by kissing and sucking my lips. I responded by holding her tight to me moving my hand squeezing on belly, back buttocks thighs and where ever I can. She took my mouth to her breast and told me to suck it lick on the nipples.She took my middle finger and guided to her vagina, it was hot and slippery and she was mourning and breathing heavily and stroking my. Basically, ever since I wrote Blog 2 she’s been on at me to finish our happy little tale of drunken debauchery; in fact she’s been quite The Moaning Minnie; so I knew she’d be pleased. Well, I got a message back saying … actually, let me get my phone and I’ll copy it down for you.About time. At work. Read later x At least I got a kiss out of it, even if it was only a text one, which, in my experience, is never quite as satisfying as the real thing.Like Pippa, I also had work and on days when I.