?There,? he says. ?Does that help???It does,? I say, in a breathy voice. Like a miracle, I really canbreath better. I look at him gratefully. He was c...rrect! My blouse wastoo tight!Oh god, I feel the hand on my bottom is now lifting up my slip, thetips of the fingers grazing against my bottom. I squirm and gasp as afinger gently strokes across the crevice in my panties between my buns.Oh god, I stand on tip-toe, feeling taught like a bow, panting.?Still having trouble breathing?? the man in. ”“Ooh, I get it. I’ve never tried that way.”“It was… intense, especially for her. We were on the floor, and, well… I pounded her pretty good.”Lara shifted in her seat. “Surprised I didn’t hear her!”“Ha! So then, the third time—”Lara made a face. “Oh, you and your fifteen times!”“Hey, it was a long night, and we hadn’t seen each other in a month!”“See, I told you earlier.”“What?”“The wood that keeps on giving.”I smacked Lara’s thigh and grimaced at her. “I swear, say that one more time, and. Ahhhh... delicious.I managed to get my glass above the crowd and had a sip. Her blue eyes looked first at the glass, then at me long enough to make my knees tremble."I hate to hold this under your nose."I noticed that her sweating caused her makeup to run just when she pulled my glass to her lips, smiled, and had a drink. "Thank you! I like gin." Her eyes looked over the glass at me.It's now or never I thought. "Go down with me to the hospitality room and I will get your very own."Did I mention. ’ George disconnected. Victor smiled. It was not a pleasant or a happy smile. He realised very quickly that his purpose in returning — to talk with Susan — was not now going to happen, and on the spur of the moment he decided he needed a holiday. The Highlands of Scotland would clear his head and heal his heart. He emptied the child seats out of the car, leaving them outside Susan’s door, and left the building without returning to his own flat. He dropped off the tape, then drove back to the.