I writhed and bucked under his mouth, my breath coming faster and faster until I exploded into orgasm, racked with shivers, my inner walls clenching a...round his fingers. He let me come down from my high and then slid up next to me. He kissed me deeply, and I could taste myself on his lips. The taste aroused me again, and I pushed him onto his back. I straddled his hips and bent to kiss him. His hands drifted over my shoulders and back, fingers brushing over my sex charged skin. I rose up above. I’ve never acted on any of my fantasies. I’m not gay and not sure I could ever be with a guy. Certainly, not if alcohol was not involved.I hurried into the bathroom to take a shower. I couldn’t wait to see what Jeannie and her step sister had planned for the day. Just thinking about the two of them was getting me all excited again. I wasn’t in the shower too long. I got dressed and walked to Jeannie’s house.**“What’s up? You girls look great!”“Not too much. Just washing the car again. . Following streets, we found the hotel that had been reserved for us and unloaded our luggage. Half of the hotel’s staff must have rushed outside to help us. Once people and luggage were unloaded, some of our security team took our grav sleds to a spot where they couldn’t be observed and cloaked them before parking them above the hotel. My sled was the last one. Even though this was to be a fun week, my sled was loaded and ready for action, as was the second grav sled I had tethered to it.Inside. "She looked up at me with wet eyes. Then she took a little lace handkerchief out of her handbag and dabbed the corner of her eyes. There was nothing I could say.So a change of subject seemed a good idea. I picked up the menu and studied it, before announcing I was going for the traditional Sunday roast, carved from the trolley. Jean said that she thought that was a good idea. She signalled to the waiter and then gave her order, and ordering wine without even looking at the wine list, just a.