" No problem, she's not really your type anyway. Sure I can't convinceyou to stay, lover?" No, no, I really must be going," says a rather flustered (a...d semi-hard) Peter, "Really must put some clothes on." Okey doke, luv."Peter turns and leaves the bedroom and goes downstairs. In the kitchenhe picks up his clothes lying on the floor and dresses quickly. He thenstops: "Christ I'm dying for a cigarette," he says, and reaching intohis jacket pocket with his left hand, pulls out a packet of. Normally resting so easily and unexceptionally on my lips, it now seemed to acquire a totally different hue. Now it sounded passionate, more delicate.As much as I was enjoying those caresses, how the intensity of the sensation was seeming to swallow me whole, I reached up to the edge to stop myself falling completely, and put my own hand between her thighs.I felt the weight of her body fall on mine as I found her clit, and I began to match my caress to hers. I do not know if it was as a reward. “No,” I answered, “I have never turned down a chance for pussy in my life, and I’m not going to start now.”I walked over to the last bed. The pink lady lying there turned her head and gave me a weak smile. At least I think it was a smile. Those huge eyes and strange ears made me think more of an animal growling at me. The pink man standing near her did not smile. If anything he looked angry, but I don’t think it was at me.The lotion or oil or whatever it was had a strange feel to it. It was. The next morning we stayed long in bed, and chattedabout everything. We caressed each other’s naked bodyduring talking, and I soon get excited. She discoveredthat I’m ticklish and started to tickle me. I went intocounterattack and tickled her. We were soon wrestling,trying to stop each other. Finally I told her that Iwould tie her hands if she didn’t stop tickling me. Shepromised, but when I released her hands, she did itagain.“Ok, I will tie you then,” said.