He makes his way with his mouth down my back and then stops. I feel him sit up and then his hands are slowly, gently roving along the length of my bod...y in the darkness. He works his way down my back, over my buttocks, which he massages sensuously for a moment, and then down the length of one leg. He spreads my legs carefully and moves back up slowly, teasingly along my inner thigh. He follows the crease of my buttocks, gently nudging his fingers very slightly in between the cheeks. Carefully he. Outside we both had a smoke and we talked a little more, about past relationships. I asked him more about going too fast. He said that it didn’t take that long to get second or third, but the girl he was with wanted to go a little slower. We went back inside and sat down again with a fresh round of brews. I started to hint at going somewhere else by dropping, “Do you live near here? I see you here frequently”. But he wasn’t picking it up. So we started to talk about what we looked for in. First came the bright floral aroma of shampoo. Then the complex bouquet of essential oils from a perfume that seemed faintly familiar. Finally, a trace of a musky, feminine fragrance that hinted at sexual arousal. By the time we reached my dorm, her fingers were inside my shirt stroking my chest. And somehow I had worked my hand between her jeans and panties and was cupping the curve of her amazing buttocks in my palm. We broke our embrace long enough to light a votive candle – the only. I pulled Marian aside.“He’s here,” I said, “and he’s got one of his kids with him.” I nodded to the couple out on the patio. She followed my gaze.“You want me to call the cops?” she said, smiling, “or maybe a friend of mine in the mafia?”“I’ll let you know,” I said.“Hmm,” she said.“I don’t hate the motherfucker anymore. I just don’t give a shit whether he lives or dies, or any of them if it comes to that,” I said.“What are you two talking about,” said Hank, coming back into the action from the.