I realized the different meanings, not a 'good night sleep tight' but a 'we're going to have a GOOD NIGHT' tonight.Our hands gently stroked each other..., caressing, and promising things to come. Both girls smiled as my woody responded and peeled the covers back to turn and have a good look. This presented their tender bottoms to me. My hands caressed their cheeks and slipped between their legs. They both gasped but spread their legs to allow me better access. They kissed my cock and I heard a. You serve me.’ I laughed in his face, well, in his chest. I wasn’t tall enough to reach his face. He turned purple. ‘You’re cute, sir. I’ll give you that much. You’ll do whatever I feel like letting you get away with, sir.’ ‘Are you completely stupid? I’m bigger than you private. I can beat you into a bloody pulp and no one could do anything about it,’ he growled dangerously. ‘I could snap your neck and there is nothing you could do to stop me.’ ‘You’re wrong, sir. You would stop you. You won’t. When he still insisted on driving we parted amicably, the others went to the car park. I sat on a wall outside the Berni Inn in Milford Street, smoking, it was cold and I only had on my waxed bikers jacket over a t-shirt, but the alcohol was keeping me warm from the inside. I must have been day dreaming because suddenly I realised that planted right in front of me were a girl’s knees and legs, emerging from a short grey skirt. I looked up with a bit of a start. It was Joanna. She must have. “Good shit,” I murmured, “What is this, apple?”“Berry.” Said Becca.Becca turned on the TV, and the two of them sat back in their bean bag chairs, hitting the hookah, watching the OC. Lisa came back, wearing my shirt and her favorite shorts, which looked great on her, and snuggled into my front. I kissed her neck, and she laughed, putting her arm around the back of my head, pulling me in. I was rock hard within minutes of doing this, so I snuck my hand into her shorts, and started rubbing her.