. I don't know... instinct? When I looked up, face glistening wet, she was biting that bottom lip of hers and whispering soundlessly as the back knuck...es of one hand brushed back and forth against her mouth. Another hand slowly lowered to the back of my head through long dark curls, softly urging. Kissing her, I became very relaxed and needed little coaching as my head descended then and there. Smack, right where she wanted me to be. Here in this room, I learned to pleasure a woman. Having. "You can drop the bag at the backseat," Franc said."Thanks," She said, and carefully raised her bag between them and tossed it on the floor behind the front seat."How long have you been here?" Franc asked as he merged into the traffic."Quite a while," the blonde said."It's a Sunday, less trucks, right?" Yeah." I haven't seen any hitchhiker for ages, it's equally dangerous for the hitchhikers and the drivers." I hope I don't look dangerous," she said with a smile."No, you don't," Franc said, as. She finally moved things on with the masseur working the next tent and last night saw them fucking indulgently for the first time - and second and third. Simone’s message didn’t hold back.I was in a dry spell by choice, focusing on using these weeks at The Wild Woman Festival to get stronger and fitter with daily swimming in the lake, yoga, and making the most of some incredible workshops when I wasn’t working. But I’d be lying if I said Simone’s text hadn’t brought images to mind of her curves. ---"I had to tell Sophie and Holly the truth," I told Dad while we weredriving home later that evening."What?!" he asked, completely caught off-guard by my statement. "Why?" They were worried about my relationship with you," I told himtruthfully. "They thought there might be more between us when they sawme resting my head on your shoulder. I didn't want them to think that."I saw Dad grimace at the implied meaning behind my words. I knew thathe didn't want to think about something like that just.