Once there, we embraced again; it seemed pretty mutual, and this time, our kissing was pretty heated.After a few minutes of kissing as our hands moved...over each other, she pulled back, asking, "You seem to want more than a nightcap, Gary, am I right?"There it was. I was certainly not going to beat around the bush so I told her, "I'd love a lot more than just a glass of wine. Is there somewhere nice we could take it?"She picked up the bottle, I took the glasses and we went to her bedroom where I. Ich- "Ist wirklich alles gut, hast du getrunken?"Sie nickte...sie- "alles ist gut, ich bin nicht betrunken."Ich drückte sie etwas ungestüm aber liebevoll an meinen Schrank... Ihr Geruch war so berauschend das ich mich trz meines Hintergedankens, nicht mehr halten konnte. Meine Lippen suchten gierig die Ihren und sie gab ihren schwachen Kampf fast auf. Ich drehte sie leicht an ihrer Hüfte, sodass ich ihr von hinten den Nacken küssen konnte und sie leicht beissen konnte... was sie nocheinmal. She missed Ben but wished that he was making more of an effort when it came to her being away beyond quick texts and short calls. Phone sex or even a crude ‘thinking of you’ dick pic would be welcomed romantic gestures compared to his intermittent radio-silence. Sara let out a muted whimper in quiet protest as she took another drink from the bottle.“I’d tell you to get your ass back to dancing but you were at it even longer than me,” said Becca, approaching. “Taking a break?” Her voice. He had written them in his most lawyerly prose intended to obscure their true meaning.“I can’t even believe this shit!” Jason exclaimed with a bitter and angry look on his face, holding up several sheets of paper that he was waving in his hand.“You wait until two weeks before the wedding and then you try to lay this on me?” he stated, not actually asking a question.“Listen son,” Roger started, “We are just trying to protect my daughter on the off chance that anything should ever happen to your.