"I am too, John. Look at me." I looked deeper andrealized it was him. I had to think. "I don't care I think you lookgreat. If you don't mind, I don't.... I said. She just smiled at meleaning into me kissing me harder. Reaching over me pulling metightly against her as she leaned back. I could feel my privatespushing into her thigh. Brianna moaned.Brianna kept kissing me deeply; I could feel her long sexy curlsrubbing my face. I was entranced by everything the kiss, the dress,the hair, those lips.. As a result, when they walked back to their car, side by side, with Curtis riding on Bob's shoulders, and Riley's hand bumped into Bob's, it just seemed natural to interlace their fingers.What had started as a fluke - her desire to tease the NSA ... and his desire to tease her in return - was like a slow motion version of a landslide.While it was controlled by the laws of nature ... it was also, in one sense, out of control.Bob got a good night kiss. It was a good one. He didn't mind going back. When then started talking and she asked me about a lads trip i had just been on i told her i had a great time talking and flirting with loads of girls and got fucked (pissed) every night i used this word as bait Lesley replied i wish i could get fucked i said well u could so she said none would be interested in me i said you are a good looking mature women and i you walk over to me in a pub dressed in stockings and high heels i would have trouble saying no at this point the mood changed and she. Whip, who was growing impatient to use the length of braidedleather that had won her that name. So while the other two females hadfun pelting Pansy with eggs that would have just had to be thrown outanyway, making a complete mess of him, aiming at his face and narrowchest and unspectacular genitals, Ms. Whip was warming up in the corner.When they ran out of ammo she stepped in. Her need was so urgent bythen that she didn't even care if she got egg all over her whip. Shewent to work on.