“I hoped you’ve worked up an appetite,” I whispered, the dark room making me secretive. “Oh I have,” he teased, tugging off my boots and pul...ing my legs towards him. “Stay still,” he said in a seductive growl. I did as told despite the butterflies having a hay-day in my stomach. His hands gently reached for my blouse, unbuttoning slowly, replacing every inch of fabric with a kiss, working his way from my hip bones to my bra. He playfully tugged on my bra between the cups with his teeth and slid. The colors were reflected startlingly in a large mirror inlaid in the ceiling directly over the bed."When it comes to her bedroom, Sally lives like Cleopatra, doesn't she, Saxon? Imagine wanting to watch yourself getting screwed. What a lewd lady my dear friend is!"Angie felt a little ripple of salacious arousal run up her thigh as she imagined her lovely dark-haired girlfriend being fucked furiously on the bed while she watched herself and her lover in the mirror overhead. Feeling the fire in. He reminds me that I’ve got a life back home waiting for me. Han is fighting this war and it’s our future he’s fighting for. Han is the love of my life and the father of my unborn child. Coyote never lets me forget that. But, sometimes, I think he reminds me for his own benefit more than mine. He tries to be altruistic, but I know his nature and I’ve seen it in his eye and felt it in his kiss. Altruism is not is motive. It’s me. There isn’t anything he wouldn’t do for me. Including keeping me. My white vest and blazer matched my slacks and my zip-up heeled ankle boots were made of shiny black leather. I used the blow dryer to perfectly shape my coiffure and to fluff the big patch of chest hair sticking out of my open shirt. I combed my mustache and put on a big medallion on a gold chain. I knew the outfit alone was going to make the ladies weak in the knees. And my moves on the dance floor would melt the elastic in their panties.Finding a disco in 1977 wasn’t a challenge. There.