" "I'm not mad, but why do you watch?" "I have to get ready for school." I started to walk out of the kitchen as he grabbed my wrist pulling me back. ...I'm not mad, it's kinda hot how you've been watching me. What do you think?" "I don't know, I like watching, I don't know what to think." "How would you like to be my girl of the night?" A mischievous grin stretched across his face. "I'm not very good." "Just promise to do what I say, and it will be fine." I looked into his eyes, this is so. I glance at him, but his nose is still buried in The Times. I sigh. Are we there yet? Do I want to arrive at all? I chew even harder on my gum and stare out of the window as Cotswolds idyll slides past in the softening summer light. Some sheep, the odd cow, plenty of yellow flowers. Even the horses seem to be feeling lazy: I spot several lying on their sides in the paddocks. I wonder if they’re judging me. Shut up, Emma, you idiot. Horses mount each other in full view of everyone. There’s a. She pulled her into a full, passionate kiss with tongue. Abbey looked shocked and started to reach for Beth’s hands, but she suddenly stopped and put he arms around Beth’s slender, muscular body. They both rolled over and fell to the bed. Abbey was on top. Beth luxuriated beneath her. Suddenly they kissed as if their lives depended on it. Their hands explored freely. Abbey was the first to slide her hands beneath Beth’s shirt to feel her tits. She broke the kiss and sat up, getting Beth. See what I mean?” Denise remained silent as she rolled Brian’s words around in her mind, then slowly nodded her head in acknowledgement of his message. It was then that Marsha injected an extension of Brian’s concepts.“Baby, I understand what you’re saying, and I agree with you. I do have a question, though, and I’d love to hear your thoughts on something.” She paused for a moment, as though trying to find the right words to ease into something that deserved to be dived into head first instead..