However, I had lost one hope. She won’t let me touch even. After some days she called up. She was upset. She wanted to meet, I immediately agreed.We...met for dinner, she was quite upset with some family matters of hers and ordered some booze, I was kinda fine with it, she had three sangrias and totally out of control. She was walking with great difficulty and slurred speech (as we call it in medical terms).She told me she couldn’t go back to her pg in this condition, I willingly took her home on. She felt blurry and closed her eyes.Louise’s house was even more rowdy with loud music and alcohol flowing freely. After a while Rachel needed the loo and headed upstairs. As she left the toilet and headed past the bedroom to go back downstairs, she heard Louise’s voice call her from the bedroom. Louise lay on the bed in just her flimsy underwear giggling:“Come here Rach, let’s wind those bastards up and pretend we are making out up here.”Rachel walked to the bed giggling at the idea as Louise. As our tongues intertwined, I thought I was going to melt in my love of her. Her kisses were greater than any Woman's - more lively and rich, and pleasing to taste. Her tongue brought the flavours of mint and cigarettes into my mouth, and as my tongue flicked back, she showed even more affection by caressing my cheek stubble with her right hand, and gazing into my eyes, adoringly.I let her undress completely and then, to her shock, picked up her up by the waist and turned her around. She. Racing through eternity, joined, one forever and ever. Riding along the paths and byways of our love and devotion. Then we reached that place that we had been searching for, that precipice, beyond which was the abyss of passion and joy. The bottomless chasm of everything loving and pleasurable. We willingly and happily leapt forward as out orgasms took control of our beings. We both yelled out our love, telling the world of our devotion and commitment to each other. Holding each other in a.