It was a kiss borne of desperation, of wanting and need.I eased her away, again the worried look, “We have all day, take your time.” I sai....Now again, she smiled, then reached and hugged me.Then, she stood, felt for the pin in her hair, it fell to cascade, long and black, around her shoulders, it was truly beautiful hair. It was the first time that I had seen it let free.I stood, and took her in my arms, again we kissed, this time with passion, but a little more controlled.My hands. She trembled for another half minute, then hung from my shoulders, mewling little sounds of feminine pleasure into my shirt. When she’d regained her composure, she pushed herself away quickly – as if ashamed at acting so wantonly – re-buttoned her jeans, and walked to the cave’s entrance. My heart was still beating rapidly as I wrestled ambivalently with the urge to proceed further. Still muddled, I brought my warm, slippery fingers to my lips to taste her juice as my mind raced to grasp the. I step quietly into the room and go to sit on the chair by the door ready to take off my shoes. Before my bum even touches the chair, the door is shut and I'm being pulled - forced even - so that my back is pushed hard against the door. I start to protest but your lips are on mine, kissing me hard and passionately, your tongue playing with mine. Your hands hold my arms against the door so I can't stop you, even though I try and you feel me trying to fight you off. You kiss my neck up to my ear. ”“Okay, so what do you want to talk about then?” she asked.Slowly turning back to face the TV on the opposite wall of the room, he reluctantly said a mental goodbye to the weather girl of his wanton wishlist, stopped jigging the remote in his hand and hit the power button. The girl’s smile disappeared as the screen went dark and the small LED in the bottom right corner changed from green to red.He turned to face her once more and said, “I thought we could talk about our mutual infidelity.”She.