He started sqeezing my breasts outside of my lace bra. Then he slid them to the back of my bra resting his fingers on the hooks. I could tell he wan...ted it off. I moved my hands off of his shoulders and slid them down his chest. I moved my hands to the bottom of my shit and started to lift it up I released our kiss and took off my shirt. He smiled and took off his own. I quickly went to kiss him again, very passionatly. He went back up to my bra, taking it off. He threw my bra on the ground. The heated warmth of her breasts caught his eyes next, and he leaned forward and said,"I love that rosy flush beneath your skin." His hot breath fanned her lips, and her fangs elongated further without thought or consent on her part. He trailed a finger down the side of her flushed cheek and stopped at the juncture between her lips, where her fang glinted invitingly."What impressive incisors, my dear!" He pulled her bottom lip down, leaned all the way forward, and licked her fang.She gasped.. (Or was it Walton?) He’d been invited to dine with his good friend Peter in two hours’ time, but was in no state to be thinking about getting ready just yet. The Scotch was just beginning to work its way into his swirling thoughts. There was a low hum of melancholy coming from somewhere around his chest, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. A snapshot of an unsettling memory flickered across his eyes as his mind drifted back to the sex last night. He’d closed his eyes momentarily,. “Yeah. Sure. Don’t mind at all.” Amanda gave Paul a big hug and kissed him on the cheek. “Um?.Have you told Rob about me?Hugh?.staying here I mean?” “Hugh?..Yes?.I told him?.I Ugh???.Didn’t tell him everything.” Paul looked at Amanda waiting for an explanation.” “Well. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings. I thought I’d wait to explain things to him in person.” “Have you talked about me before?” Paul asked. “Yeah. We have. Sort of. Rob never really cared and thought it was a good idea not to.