A few more minutes of this pass as we both silently pleasure ourselves, and by now I am getting incredibly sensitive and close to cumming if this keep... up. Just then I hear an audible moan behind me shortly followed by Amber jumping up off the bed."Mmm time for me to go to my own room. Thanks for sharing John." My hand stops its lightly touching travel as she walks over to me and wraps her arms around the back of my chair and across my chest. Her head pops over my shoulder as she plants a. I held her face in my hands and I looked into her eyes. She looked at me. I leaned my face to her and kissed her lips slowly. First she was startled but as she was drunk and emotionally fucked up so she allowed me to kiss her. I smooched her wildly an sucked her lips. She responded me back and we started kissing each other. Our tongues were licking each other. We sucked each other lips. Saliva is exchanging and it was dropping from our mouths. She go wild and she pushed me on the bed. She. The day was far from over, though, as he needs to prepare for a dinner meeting shortly after a quick shower at home. With a barely any time to spare, he heads to the parking lot to hop into his car. The car appeared to be in bad shape; drivable but on the verge of breaking down. With his evening schedule in potential jeopardy, he decides to drop by a car repair shop along the way to his home ran by his friend, Tomas. The mechanic, Tomas, is a nice and charming guy in his twenties. There is. I stand here for a moment. I shall skip dinner. All I want is a drink: Something, anything to numb the pain. I walk down the stairs with a death grip on the gown and into the kitchen. Slowly, I open the refrigerator. The cool air feels so welcoming. I look around and fumble through the bottles: Whisky, Vodka, Bailey’s Irish Cream, and Wine. I like the idea of a smooth milkshake topped with Bailey’s. Yes. Perfect. I sip from the bottle and the liquid dances in my mouth filling me with insatiable.