I think my tongue buried as deeply as I could get it inside her mouth was answer enough.And I never broke that kiss until after I had walked past the ...edroom she had been in the night before, and into my room.When I finally broke the kiss and sat her down on her feet, Christy looked around the room and gasped.“Oh. My. God. This is the biggest bedroom I have ever seen,” she exclaimed. “This is bigger than my entire apartment.“How many closets do you have?” she asked.“Hey,” I asked, “what. Des Moines, Idaho. Gossip Girl, a book by Cecile Van Zeegar about the fabulous and fabulously screwed up lives of Upper East Side WASPy teenagers.I eventually fell asleep thinking about ice cubes.I woke up almost two days later.Danny was slouched into a chair in the corner, his head leaning back against the chair, his hair tousled. His clothes were rumpled, and he was breathing deeply like people do when they're get to sleep after being awake for too long.I knew underneath those eyelids were. ‘Nonsense, Shadow! You are not going to die today.’ Eric said the words out loud as he thought them, much to Mary’ surprise. He turned to her and spoke. ‘Abscess…needs a shot of antibiotic…can you administer it?’ She was back in a matter of seconds with the syringe. How do I know that’s not the final needle? ‘Now you’re being a big baby, Shadow. I certainly didn’t risk you chewing off my fingers so that I could trick you and put you down. How do you feel?’ Better…much better! ‘It’ll feel even. She replied that they were on a two week vacation in Europe and that she had the house to herself.I sat looking at Rosie's amazing legs in her nice heels and stockings, the one thing that really gets me turned on, with my cock starting to twitch.I wanted to help Rosie out, out of her clothes if I tell the truth, when she stood up and slipped off her short skirt. I sat gob smacked, she then lifted her jumper over her head leaving her in her matching lingerie and silky black stockings.Rosie.