“Ah… I see you’re a fan of tequila.” Brittany says holding up one of my tequila bottles. “Ha… yes tequila is my drink of choice. Do you...like it?” “Yes, I do it is my favorite as well. Screw the wine let’s do shots.” She tells me. We go into my living room and sitting on the couch proceed to do several shots while talking and watching TV. I know Brittany and I are both getting a little drunk as the evening progresses. She looks over at me and says, “I saw you looking at me earlier. At that moment, I didn't even notice the word. I was too busy sniffing Ceilidh's fingers. They smelled like sex and cappuccino - two of my all-time favorite things."Wait. What if he's feral?"Ceilidh picked me up, snuggled me to her chest, and stroked under my chin. "He's not feral. He's a purebred. I've seen him around. Either he escaped from somewhere nearby or he lives in another apartment in the building.The lie was so facile and I was so distracted by being pressed between Ceilidh's lovely. Darya felt mellow and unwound, and could almost see her cares dissolving away.The next sensation made her give a faint gasp of surprise, as Sandi’s mouth came to lick and nibble around her breasts, massaging and sucking on the nipples. This was unmistakeably sexual in purpose, but Darya was past caring – it all felt so wonderful, so relaxing and so natural, that she could not have objected. She was feeling good, in fact she realised that she had not felt this good in a long time, not in a. The knife glided easily through it, and a little more than half way around, Morales put pressure on the sides of the split. With a wet crack, the two sides separated, the sweet smell accosting his nostrils almost immediately. Apparently, Lobo noticed it too, because he came to his feet to move nearer. Morales found himself staring at the deep red of the melon’s interior. What had been the center of the halves was without seeds, but the sides showed large black ones that he knew he should save.