Laughing and joking and more than a little drunk, they finally left the elevator and she was alone with him again for the short hop to her floor. She ...esitated as the doors opened. His hand gently urged her forward and then dropped away. She started down the hallway. Glancing over her should she saw him following a few feet behind. His face harshly sensual as he watched her walking. Watched the sway of her hips. She fumbled with her purse, searching for the keycard to open her door. Finally. " What? That's the minimum we asked for!" I know, I know. I warned you that we might have been pushing for toomuch. Their lawyers are buying our argument that you cannot work inyour chosen career, so they've projected what you may have earned overthe course of your life, assuming that you eventually owned your ownbar. They've added some compensation for 'pain and suffering' as well." That's ridiculous. I was not going to be a bar manager forever." Of course not, but that is a standard that a. And, I enjoyedthe after-glow-feelings from the night before deep within my bottom and mylittle girlie soul. I might have been a mess but I was a satisfied mess. My bed was now empty and I could hear Julie and Richard chattingdownstairs. I fixed my hair and applied some lip gloss and blusher. Thendonning some adorable fuzzy bunny slippers and my baby blue teddy I headeddownstairs. "Hiya, Brandee. You look so adorably sleepy," said my wife with a smilelike the Cheshire cat. Come to think of. .." before she can finish her sentence I grab her face and begin to kiss her passionately. To my surprise, she kisses back, pushes her face against mine in desperation. I can't believe I'm making out with Emma. I wince as she bites my lip but carry on fighting my tongue against hers as our lips tenderly dance against each other. I let go of her face and lift up her top slowly, pull it over her head and throw it to the side, revealing those beautiful pert breasts secure inside her cute pink bra..