I still knew very little about her and she wasn't my girlfriend but I really found myself enjoying the freaky little girl's company. The spell was bro...en, however, when her phone rang. It was Michelle. My girlfriend was at that moment calling the girl I'd been fucking for the past hour and a half. Were we busted? Allie looked at me, shocked, as if asking what to do. I made a zipping motion across my lips and waved at her, prompting her to answer the phone. The two girls had a short. And that you're taking me back to your place or something."Danny nodded. "Okay, that might work." He was as hard as a rock. If he was lucky he might get a chance to feel her up a bit more."Let's go then."They made their way across the bar towards the exit. Sharon lent in close to Danny, occasionally nuzzling her face into his neck as they walked. Danny's hand remained glued to Sharon's arse, enjoying the flex and roll of her lovely round buttock against his palm as she walked. Although her. My eyes searched for my mom. She was not in the hall or kitchen. So I went upstairs to see her. She was in front of the mirror in her bedroom. She turned towards me and asked how she was. I said I don’t have words to say how beautiful you are with those flowers and sari. She asked me to come near her and I did. She took my hands and kept them around her waist and asked me how she is. I said no words to say. She asked me to tie one of the ropes of her blouse at the back as she is finding. As Daryl gave me a final hug and disappeared off into another room, I felt myself shivering with nervous anticipation. Suddenly feeling like a girl fraught with nerves. I’d not felt this way, felt this nervous, since before we’d been married. Weird as it might seem, I had the distinct memory of feeling just like this before my very first date with Callan at college. Then I’d had butterflies as I waited for the handsome college quarterback to arrive for our first date. And strange as it was, now.