Un beso lento, suave, pero cargado de lengua, muy sexual. Empieza a acariciar mi cuerpo sin mucho preámbulo como aquel que sabe que toca algo que le ...ertenece y enseguida se da cuenta de que no llevo más ropa que la que se ve. Eso le gusta. Me mete la mano por debajo del jersey y toca mis pechos. Estas caliente –me dice-. Uff! Vaya si estoy caliente! Y eso que voy medio desnuda en pleno invierno. Y cuanto más me toca, más me enciendo… Me soba las tetas con cierta vulgaridad, como si realmente. . it’s hard to describe.”“Oh honey,” Amber said, wrapping both arms around Brit and giving her a big hug. “I wasn’t thinking. I shouldn’t have kissed him back.”“That’s crazy. I’m ok with you fucking him but not kissing him? What’s wrong with me?”“It’s an intimacy thing,” Amber said, taking Brit’s hand and leading her into the shower. “But you are going to have to kiss Peter. I doubt he’d be able to get off otherwise. He’s a very emotional guy sometimes.” Amber lathered up a sponge and started. "Yeah, I'm good." Though I didn't believe myself"Flashbacks again?" Is it that obvious?" Only to those who know you. Come on, we are headed to the bonfire."Carl was my best friend of 20 years and is 5 years older than I am. We had grown up together in California and left when we both got a job at an oil refinery in the south. He was 6 feet tall and skinny as a rail, his meager 150 lbs covered in tattoos. He had been going bald for years and had taken to shaving his head every few days. Though. How am I doing so far?’ I could only smile and nod, and said, ‘Something like that. but keep going. I’m interested where you are going to take this.’ He nodded and said as he hoisted his second shot. I picked mine up too. ‘Well, I can take it far. far into the future maybe? Lets see after I have this.’ We downed our shots and I threw my hair back. He looked at me and said, ‘But then you pondered the situation and let yourself go some. You didn’t mind the turn on of your blouse getting wet, or.