Phil’s hands traced down Tiffany’s back to clutch her ass through her short dress.With reluctance, they finally broke apart and caught their breat....“Go call your girlfriend and then meet me in my bedroom,” she said with a saucy grin. “I’ll tell my girlfriend that you’re going to spend the night with us.”She paused.“You will spend the night with us, won’t you?” she asked hopefully.“I’d be a fool not to,” Phil replied with a smile.Phil stood nervously outside of Tiffany’s room and knocked. Cameron Stewart, Braedon’s oldest son at sixteen, looked at everyone and spoke, while Braedon and Arabella stood away from everyone and watched. ‘Grayson, long ha’e we held oor allegiance tae the Lord of the Isles, the Donald’s. We’ll stand wi’ ye against the MacRae’s, or any other clan who challenges ye. That allegiance stands fer the MacLeod’s as well.’ Braedon stopped himself drinking at hearing the words his son spoke, and affirmed what his son said. ‘Aye, the MacLeod’s ha’e been our. ’ She was biting her lower lip–almost chewing on it in her sexual excitement–smiling at him–exciting him in seeing the sexual energy coming from her–as though she was going to pee her pants. She walked down to the end of the building–looking around the corner before returning to him. ‘Come on–I want to show you my new tattoo,’ she said taking him by the hand. She found a place beneath a fire escape. She set her books on the ground–looking at him as she began to wiggle her hips–smiling at him. She wanted to stop this intrusion into her privacy but it felt so delicious that she had to feel it completely, so she turned herself into his hand and moaned even louder into his grip.His fingers went to the upper part of the cup and inserted themselves down into the interior of the bra and just brushed her nipple. She gasped for air when he touched it and an even louder moan came out of her mouth. She cried out with pleasure and hoped for him to touch her entire breast. She felt the thrill.