‘Oh good, I like fireworks on New Years Eve.’ — All our friends were at the party, including Mel and Pete, everyone was enjoying themselves, exc...pt me and Nessie. We were both trying to deal with our demons. It was after eleven that I plucked up the courage to ask her if I could have a word. Again, she was wearing a dress: it was a beautiful tight-fitting black dress that wasn’t best suited for a talk in the garden in the middle of winter. I draped my jacket around her shoulders, as we leant on. She can hear him breathing onto her face, he is being a gentleman and not touching her, knowing she could grab the Bouncer at any moment if he did. She wants so desperately to kiss his earlobe, like she used to, as she ran her hands up and down his spine, but she knows she cant. She cant cross the line. She is happy that the loud music lessens the noise of her breathing, as she lets her hair run over his face and neck, and then sits back a little to look at him, as she straddles his body. Her. I'm telling you, Sylvia, I want to be face down in your pussy in about two minutes. Is that okay? I like to fuck and I like sex with women, too, and I'll bet if you are here, you are a little bit like me, so I don't waste time being coy..."What could I say? I offered Margo my hand in the most ladylike way I could, and, as the party developed around us, we stepped into an adjoining room with dark painted walls, a hardwood floor and a bed with white linen. Margo: "Get those dumb jeans and. I’m sorry. I was just testing the waters, so to speak.’ ‘Were you going to try to put your prick inside there?’ ‘Not tonight. You’re not ready by a long shot…and maybe you never will be. But be honest, you liked my tongue back there—didn’t you?’ ‘Yes, sort of.’ She said, embarrassed to admit that she had. ‘Hey! It’s getting late. I need to get you back home. Here are your panties…unless you want to let me keep them in my hope chest.’ ‘Okay.’ ‘Huh?’ ‘You can keep them.’ Back in her own bed at.