"Mmm." Tasting my pussy silkened fingers. "Wanna taste?"Smiling as I continue to lick. It doesn't take him long to come pick me up with a passionate k...ss. Moans escape my mouth as his tongue explores, tasting what I have tasted. "I've missed you so much."Landing on the bed our kisses become feverish and wanting. My hands reach for his shirt slowly unbuttoning, as much as I want to rip it off. His hands pin mine by my head as his delicious mouth trails kisses down my body, teasing my nipples. ‘Yes, there he is, and he isn’t going to run away, so stop pulling me so hard,’ Sheila said, as Kirsten eagerly dragged her through the crowd toward Aidan. ‘Hi, I’m Kirsten Fields,’ Kirsten introduced herself. ‘And this is my friend Sheila Warner. We’re both big fans of your work.’ Kirsten nudged Sheila in her ribs when her friend started to chuckle. Aidan smiled at her, and for Kirsten the rest of the world seemed to vanish, Aidan was the centre of her vision. ‘I think your books are. She was shorted than him so their privates did not align while standing up. “No.” She tried to push away. “I don’t want to cheat on Jared,” she complained.“You’re saying that now?” Marcus laughed at her.“Use Krissy, she doesn’t have a boyfriend.”“What?” Krissy looked up from her phone where she had still been taking pictures. She tried to back away but Marcus closed the distance between them and grabbed her wrist. She nearly dropped her phone and had to shake him off to catch it before it hit. Some of my fondest memories were of dancing while holding girls bodies up against mine as we slowly moved across the dance floor.One girl in particular stood out because she always had a demure smile for me whenever we met, even just passing in the hall. Her name is Amy and she is two years younger than me. It seems like I am continually seeing her almost every time I turn around. It was a daily occurrence when she would quietly say, "Hi Greg." Hi Amy."Amy was very pretty in a pixie kind of.