You are mine now, and i am yours. My fingers gently massage your scalp, and our tongues play their own secret games. Breaking away for a second, i smi...e, and pull you down to the whispy embrace of a soft white rug. Now i lean into you, forcing you back with another deep and lingering kiss. You feel me over you, hot, and hard. Our kisses are more passionate now, Urgent. Insistant. Probing. You feel me licking, sucking, and gently nipping at the skin of your ear, your neck. I trace the length of. My knickers were as wet as the pair she'd given me. I tossed her's on to the seat of my car, closed all the doors, making sure the lock took. "I'll see you inside," I smiled as we parted to the same directions we'd arrived from.Once back inside, thankfully, it hadn't been as long a time as I'd thought and I wasn't even missed. Brilliant. Donna and Marcus came up to the bar and we all shared a round of some 24 year old single malt, smiles and giggles all around.When the band announced it was. Sleep well?”“Yes, I didn’t know you were… I’ll go dress.”“Rubbish. You’re okay. I’ll make for you some coffee.”“Thank you. It’s going to be a hot one,” said Ben, looking at the sunlight, which was blazing through the window.Martina allowed herself a little smirk and turned to Ben.“A hot one?”“Eh? I mean the weather.”She turned and looked at him, as she plunged the rod on the cafetière and then gazed down at his bare chest and well defined arms.“You have nice konstrukce, Ben,” she. It was on the news. She was outside in the car waiting for him. She tried to leave the scene, but the police caught her and took her to jail." Lauren?" Yes. But they had to let her go. They couldn't prove she had anything to do with it. She said he was just going to go inside and talk to you. She said she didn't know he had a gun with him." Why would he want to talk to me? I never saw him before in my life."I recalled that I had never met Lauren's husband. She moved to Houston with him and I.