It was an endless barrage of get up and go, go, go, kiss each other now and then, hope for a quite Friday or Saturday morning where nothing was planne...d and try to get some nookie in then. I understood his frustration because I was feeling the same. One after noon, we were in a market place shopping, having some quite time alone, for a change. For some reason, we were shopping where we don’t normally shop, the hard-wear department. He picked up some thing and made some naughty gesture, and that. There was a dance party going on, where it looked like a few of my fellow friends had already had a bit too much to drink. None the less, it provided a great distraction. I saw Leah and signaled her to move towards the back of the room. I started dancing hoping she would take the hint. She did, and she started dancing with some other girls. I made my way back to her and caught her ear and said, "so round 2? When and where. Your sister is gonna hawk us now," to which she responded "leave that to. He felt, through her arms, strange, foreign emotions, things that he had never felt before, emotions for which he had no name. Whatever it was, though, he liked it and so for another minute, he was content to stand there and let this girl hold him.Looking up to ask her, his eyes met hers, their faces scant inches apart. Without thinking about it, her lips darted forward, touching his briefly. Such a simple thing, this touching of the lips, yet it caused a considerable amount of heat to flash. Ilaria was a divine girl in her 20s, a stunner with green-almond eyes, inherited from an unknown father, tall, slim, with straight hair, of an unusual shade of chestnut, with large full lips, that attracted hungry looks, voluptuous, big breasts, and a perfect firm, shapely bottom, gained from lots of iceskating in early years.Pretending to be her uncle’s girlfriend wasn’t going to be a tough job, because Andy was a very handsome man, with deep blue eyes, tall and swift, catlike in his manners.