Hands are starting to touch each other’s arms as they talk, emphasizing a point. Really, only wanting to feel the heat of the interaction between t...em. Legs are getting closer and closer, rubbing against each other, helping the friction to grow.Abbie remembers that first night with Tim beside her at the Wilde Peacock. Their hands touching each other as often as they could. Their thighs rubbing together again and again. Shivers run through Abbie, remembering the night. Before Tim knew. Every so often, we would just be caught up dancing on our platform and into each other as much as the painting. We got our safety harnesses tangled once.But we kept painting.We were working on a picture of an old woman in her tent. I’d only met her once, but I knew her. She’d died in the fire. That wasn’t what we were painting, though. In the image we were working on, the old woman was reading a book by the light cast from an oil lamp. She looked peaceful and happy. It was what I hoped the. But it was something that was definitely on my mind when I was high. Enzo is a soccer player. Nicely built and under 6 foot, I would totally fuck him. Apparently, that was obvious to him and all the other people at the party because' as I've been told, I was trying to suck his dick the whole night. I would get the chance once all the other people left that night. Like a good host, Enzo made me stay since I was the only one that didn't have a girlfriend to take me home. From this point on, I'll. He pulled his t-shirt off and stood there with his boner proudly on display. Megan your such a cock slut laughed her friend. Piss off Gemma ! We all know what you got up too with those lads on holiday, you're even more of a cock slut than me! Fucking hell Carl got a right couple of slags here to shag. Before Carl could respond Megan started sucking his cock. Mmmm your cock tastes nice moaned Megan. Megan then said to Gemma go on then you gonna suck Ian's cock then or just sit there all night..