She was however; so focused on pinning the flower expertly and not bruising it. Both sets of her delicate, long, well manicured fingers on her hands w...re manipulating the bud carefully, deftly into place. Stephan was now too close as well. Taking in the line of Verity’s neck and the shape of her cute fleshy ear lobe and that secret sexy turn on spot behind it.Verity knew she was male hemmed in, corralled actually; as she adjusted Gareth’s flower perfectly. Gareth had deflowering on his. It was in a state of disassembly and there must have been twenty different parts all arranged in some specific order on the table. She leaned over to inspect the inner workings of the unit, thereby giving Bill a close-up view of her breasts if he looked up. He looked up. He first glanced at her face to see what she was looking at and then, as his eyes dropped, he saw the swaying breasts of Darla Therrien less than two feet from his face."How's it going?" Darla asked innocently. She knew exactly. Complicated. But it was the twenty-first century and complicated seemed to be the way of the modern world. It makes all of us jugglers in a circus.Somehow in the darkness, however, complicated became simple, and there was the paradox. This night it was quiet. His ex wasn't snoring, or if she was, he didn't hear it through the closed bedroom door. His child was fast asleep, the teenage tendency to have headphones loud enough that they could be heard at a distance was now silenced by sleep. Not a. Running his hands over her back, he said with some amusement, ‘So does that mean you like me then?’ ‘Oh, I think I like you very much.’ She said as she looked up into his eyes. A small smile played around her mouth and reached her eyes. He smiled back and lowered his mouth to hers. The kiss started slowly, softly but soon started to build. He deepened it further and coaxed her lips open using his tongue to taste and explore. He was surprised and pleased when she returned the kiss. Her hands –.