‘Nearly, why?’ ‘Oh, just my eyeballs are starting to float.’ I shifted to the other side of the door frame. She put down her eyeliner and pic...ed up a small metal case. I watched her start applying eyeshadow. ‘You can suffer for stealing that second cookie.’ ‘What second cookie?’ I asked, all innocent. ‘I know you better than you know yourself. There is no way you could carry them out there without taking one. I love you to death, but you have the self-control of a monkey fucking a football.’. Emma’s hand came up around Sarah’s head as her other hand linked with it. The combined motion pushed Sarah’s head even harder into Emma’s breast. There was no room for manoeuvre; all Sarah could do was suck on the nipple that was now embedded between her lips. Emma groaned out loud; pushing Sarah into her body, and raising her bum off the bed. Her moans and groans coincided with every thrust of her lower body onto Sarah’s fingers. Her stomach clenched hard as she forced her orgasm out of. But George wasn’t finished. He put my underwear onto the chair in the corner, then had his hands back up there in an attempt to again pull my shirt down. Only this time… I was but naked down there. Admittedly his hands were a bit warmer this time, but I didn’t know what to do or say. His hands brushed past my dick more times than I thought was necessary and each time he’d mumble a little apology.I wasn’t sure how I completely felt about all this. But….when in Rome….or Scotland as the case was.. I grin and grab a battery powered tape player, slowly putting on some music that is quiet but just loud enough to cover the noise of the storm, I move back to the sofa and wrap one arm round you, pulling you to me…. ‘Sorry about this,’ I smile, ‘interesting end to the night’. You turn to me and the effects of the night slowly catch up with me, the several glasses of wine, the dim lighting and the soft music all combine as you head tilts to look up at me, I slowly lean in and my lips meet yours.