She breathed more heavily as he ran the towel over them, drying the tuft of fur on her chest, and he felt her eyes lingering on his warm cheeks as he ...tried to avoid her gaze. He moved down to her thighs, Scarface writhing slowly as he dried their sensitive inner surface. Was she enjoying this?He looked up at her, daring to meet her gaze, finding her expression sultry and inviting. She opened her legs further as the table beneath her creaked under her weight, lowering a thumb and forefinger to. One guy, Andrew, kept upping the stakes. The lads kept looking at her, expecting her to 'bottle it' but when she suggested it was time to honour the dares, they eagerly agreed.It didn't take long for them to get back to the lads' flat. They all shared a huge house and seemed anxious to get Lorna back before she could change her mind.Lorna had no intention of backing out. She liked the idea of making Andrew less cocky. From experience, she knew that very few men could stay that arrogant when she. I tried to retaliate but Nigel turned and ran to the dining room then through to the kitchen, we made a couple of circuits downstairs before I chased him back up to the bedroom where we fell on the bed in fits of laughter.We rolled around for a second or two then both went quiet as we felt the warmth of our skin against each other, laying back we took time to study ourselves comparing our bodies up close and Nigel began to stroke and tug at his little cock, making it stiffen to a full. He didn't dismiss her arguments as foolishness, taking her points and asking her to illustrate her ideas. He was amusing with a droll sense of humour; he made fun of people's habits but was never hurtful as he made fun of his own idiosyncrasies as well. She was warmed by his frequent compliments, making her feel like a precious jewel to be admired and cosseted. He was cheeky in equal measure, taking every opportunity to view her from the side. She knew why and chastised him and then laughed at.