He kissed the side of my face softly a few times. “I missed why while I was gone,” he said pressing himself tightly against me. “I tried to get ...here quicker but everyone kept begging me to stay our and party, it is friday after all. “I am sorry it took me so long. If you are angry, I will understand.” “I am not angry,” I answered him, turning around and wrapping myself up in his arms. “I just kind of thought after a while that maybe you were avoiding coming home, like you didn’t want to see me. I reached you and pulled myself tight into you, moulding my body up against you kissing you deeply our tongues becoming entwined as you wrapped your arms around me with your fingers resting on my arse. My fingers wrapped in your hair, feather light touch teasing the back of your neck as I instinctively pulled myself closer to you. Eventually breaking off and breathing heavily into each other’s ear, your hot breath turning me on but the need for privacy before this can go any further is to. He was going to roast the bird but wanted to find out about what he called to himself additives.As he studied the recipe he realised two things. He was going to have to do some shopping and he was going to have to spend forty minutes in the kitchen before dinner. He did not believe Emma and Zoë would mind sitting at the kitchen table while he did his stuff. So that he did not make a nonsense he decided that he needed to draw up a task list with timings, a detailed list at that.Then it occurred. I stood up and went into the kitchen. Charlene said "Who was that? You certainly took your time." I knew that my friends had always told me that when taking to a girlfriend and in a bad situation (which I'm sure this qualified as), their words rang in my ears "Never tell the truth, it'll only get you in trouble". Sadly, I wasn't good at lying especially around girls that I cared about, so I compromised and said "It was an unexpected player for the poker game who came over early! They are out in.