”“Thanks mom.” Smiling at just the hope of being with my Danny, even though I could nudge Mr. Smith in that direction, I won’t. I don’t want... to do that unless necessary, like someone’s life is on the line kind of situation.I texted Danny the news I learned about our vacation plans, and to have him ask his dad and Sara about it.A few minutes later he replied with “How he was going to have to share a room with Jake.”I texted back “Try and convince your dad to let you share a room with me, remind. Her free hand slid over her naked skin, pinching here, caressing there, ensuring her body was ready for whatever he desired. Maybe today you’ll push me onto my back and spread me open, give me a good fucking right here on the floor. Or maybe you’ll force my legs up and make me play with my pussy myself while you fuck my ass. She forced the thoughts from her head. He was the priority now. She moaned softly as she felt his fingers gently dig into her hair. She lowered her other. Four people could easily have shared the rounded booth where we were sitting, but only the two of us would be sharing the conversations that would take place there.As she slid into the booth, the tablecloth tangled around her right leg threatening to pull her off balance. She juggled her drink to prevent a spill as I bent down behind her back. My left hand rested on her waist above her left hip as I reached down with my right to extract the tablecloth. Her scent filled my senses as I leaned. "I don't trust the Scots not to start another bloody war. They're always sneaking people into England, but they don't let any immigrant scum out." Let's not get into an argument," said Roland hastily, who knew only too well how much more impassioned the discussion could get. "We all know that the Scots wouldn't want to bomb England however much our government antagonises them. Radiation clouds can blow north as much as they can south." Well, I'm glad we kept our fucking nukes," the last man.