She was pleased that Mack liked John. She did, too. She had been worried about being weirded out by meeting tonight but those feelings all melted away... during the second glass of wine and, of course, with Sinatra singing “It Had to be You” in the background. John was a wonderful host.John returned with two albums and paper. He sat them on opposite sides of the room and teased them not to compare notes until after dinner. As John began preparing the dipping sauces, he could see Mack was whipping. .. and this is the way to do it. You can have your own house... John and I won't interfere with your family in any way... but Jamie... for heavens sake come back to "Livingston's!" Fuck off, Mom!" Jamie glared angrily at his mother.Carrie sat up abruptly. "DON'T YOU DARE TALK TO YOUR MOTHER LIKE THAT!" Carrie exclaimed, the tendons of her neck standing out from the strain."Don't tell me you've never heard the word, 'fuck' before!" Jamie continued. His brain was whirring, he'd downed those. Still standing I hold her arms above her head and we thrust and thrust against each other, each time more violent yet more loving. I can feel the intensity through our breath which we share, noises created at the very bottom of our throats. I unlock my hands from hers, leaving her arms above her head and whilst pushing her against the cool pole I lift her legs so that her feet no longer touch the ground. She wraps them around my waist as I cradle her bare arse with my hands, supporting her. I. I'd never worn anything that clung to me like a second skin before. Noelle was right, though. It looked fantastic. She handed me the red, suede stilettos she'd fallen in love with and forced me to put them on. I was already tall, adding another three inches was ridiculous."Stop it. Most of the pack is male. They're, almost all of them, over six feet. You are not going to tower over anyone but me and Tasha. Just forget about what everyone else thinks and enjoy yourself, okay? You look amazing,.