As it was a late slot, they were staying for dinner and would not be returning the hotel late the folllowing eveningThey were most apologetic but said... the room was mine until Sunday lunchtime and I could book meals for the room or go to the restaurant in the meantime. I was strangely unperturbed by the situation and called the desk to verify that I was not going to be landed with a huge bill. The man who replied was immensely helpful and confirmed that the room was booked on a corporate account. No answer coming from her full pink lips. I sat silently, just hugging her. “We’re shitty with men, aren’t we?” I said, trying to stop the sobbing, she nodded her head in reply. Becka raised her head and looked at me, her face inches from mine. I’d always known she fancied me, but I had never felt that way, still didn’t…but it couldn’t hurt could it, just trying it out. I didn’t have a chance to think as she firmly planted her lips against mine. I sat there stunned, then as I slowly came to my. Even the panties seemed morecomfortable.Angela was busy doing some work overtime at her laptop on the diningtable, and we barely spoke for the whole afternoon.The "highlight" of my day was when I went out to do some groceryshopping. Since the shorter jeans were still in the wash, I wore thesame ones that I had on at the office, and I had to wear the same bootstoo, to avoid mopping the floor with the hem of the trousers.As I pushed the shopping trolley through the aisles of the grocerystore, I. How can we ever get along if we don't try to help each other understand?" What are you asking us to do then?" Come eat lunch with us and let us be ourselves. We will use vulgar terms. We will try to lookup your dress or down your blouse. We may even try to cop a feel. If you want you can do the same. The only rule is that the person being looked at or touched sets the limit. Now guys always try to exceed the limit, even after the limit is set. So if you really want it so stop, you have to be.