We were at each other’s sides the whole time, held hands when we went out, snuggled up together when we were at home and she looked at me with a sof...tness in her eyes that I’d never seen before. When I look back on my relationship with Melissa, these two days are often the first thing that comes to my mind. I didn’t know it then, but it was the calm before the storm.Wednesday rolled around and Melissa and I had a meeting with Diane, the relationship expert who’d helped us along the path that we. His lips never really left her skin, and with each kiss his tongue would trace a delicate line on her skin before moving on to the next place, and the next. Always a little higher. She felt as if every atom of energy inside her was rushing to the place where his tongue touched her. She cradled her forehead in her left hand, hoping that she looked as if she were concentrating very hard on her book, when in fact she was concentrating very hard on breathing quietly through her nose. It wasn’t. They went straight to the dance floor grabbing a couple of beers. They drank them while dancing, Priscilla waiting patiently. It was getting late and most people were going home. But the remaining few kept the party going and it became wild. Ronnie finished his 3rd beer. He was downing them fast and another wasted stranger gave him a bottle of Vodka. Ronnie was getting wasted as well. Priscilla and Ronnie disengaged and she felt a stranger behind her. The stranger was feeling her up, she had. 'What do you mean, things are fine' she said very curtly, looking deeper into the dishpan and turning a little pink. I took a chance and walked up behind her and put my hand gently on her ass.'You know what I mean'She looked up very quickly, but didn't turn around. I kept my hand there and moved down her leg a little.'How are things between you two' putting emphasis on the word 'things'. I went for it and slid my hand under her dress and found what I suspected, a bare pussy that was getting a.