I am leaving when the music’s over. I’ll turn out the lights and motor home. This party looks dangerous. Not my cuppa tea. Momma told me not to co...me ... well ... maybe not ... but she was right.AllGood Orange is tasty ... it’s not Orange Crush. But, then again, nothing is. I used to die for Grape Crush. Until I almost did. That was an eye opener.“Melody, you are not immortal.”“Get out of the way, Surprise. I needa puke.” And I did.“Miss Two.”“Whyoncha materialize and keep me company?”“Am I. I pinned her down and said, Now my turn. and began kissing her and sucking her nipples and my hand found her slight fuzzy pussy and slowly teased my way inside. I took a long time penetrating her and then slowly moving in and out teased her slit with my thumb. As she was just reaching an orgasm I moved away and left her hanging and the started again. I did that several times and then when she thought I would back off again I pounded her pussy hard and her orgasm made me scream and I had to. We just nodded to them and got up to get on the elevator. We didn't say much the entire ride home. We brought our bags in and laid on the bed for a half hour in each other's arms in deep thought and rest.It was only about 3 in the afternoon, but we were both emotionally and physically tired. Plus she had mentally drained me with her head games and I hoped that an honest and open relationship would result from my chastising of her. I remembered hearing friends telling me their tales of woe like. The foot gap in the curtains was cascading light into the room, just enough for me to see her gorgeous toned body as I ravished it. She then looked at me with a grin before saying. “Behaving badly again.” I smiled back. “Your so right and loving every damn minute.” She then grabbed my wrists and pushed me onto the bed, sliding my pants down my legs and running her hand between my thighs. I closed my eyes as her touch was like an electrical current going through me. I could still smell her want.