I sat on the old iron chair in your garden and waited, smoking, the rain starting to drizzle down around me. It took you 15 minutes to get home, I was...shivering a bit by then and you pulled me close to warm me up, kissing me and opening the door to get us inside and out of the weather.I sat at your kitchen table as you turned up the heating and put on the kettle for some coffee. We'd both been out at Christmas parties and the tequila (mine) and the wine (yours) was making us both a little. Not wanting to be alone ,( my parents had just that day flown to Japan for a2 week holiday ), I decided to invite 4 of my best friends over for a bit of aparty . Four of them came , but after an hour 3 of them left unable to copewith my grumpy & foul mood . Great! Lost my boyfriend and 3 friends in thespace of 8 hours .Thankfully Gemma was the one person who did decide to stay & between us westarted to have fun & to enjoy ourselves , helped it must be said by drinkinglots of very alcoholic. He knew how I liked sex and always did it just right- today would be no different. Belldonn smiled at me when he saw my loosely piled hair falling around my face, the fact that I was wearing my husband’s shirt made him instantly hard. Stepping inside the door and closing it behind him he asked, “mind if I come in??" then kissed me forcefully and lowered my body to the floor. “How are you?” Belldonn asked as his hands moved to unbutton the 3 buttons I had bothered to button in my husband’s. Too soon. Kate withdrew her thumbs and slowly shook her head, one forefinger held to her lips. Immediately, shoulders slumped and he bowed his head. Dipping a hand into a pocket of his cargo shorts, he withdrew a handkerchief and made an exaggerated show of wiping his eyes. Kate smiled — Funny man — but turned away and clambered onto the bed. She crawled, panther-like, sensuous, round and round, preparing to pounce on her prey. Eventually, she knelt, spine straight, tossed back her glorious.