My heart was going a mile a minute and I could feel hers beat against my chest as our groins ground together.I was about to unbutton her shirt when sh...e broke away and said "Let's go back to your room." I picked her up to her feet and began pulling her behind me to the door. She locked up and we made it down the corridors to my room in record time, lipstick smeared accross both our faces. The moment the door closed behind me she pushed me against it and dropped to her knees, lifting my shirt up. She began to protest as I kissed to her knee. I continued to her feet and began to suck on the toes of her right foot. At this point Sherry began to relax and enjoy my slow and meticulous trail of kisses back up her legs past her treasure to her lips. Upon reaching her lips I began to slowly deep kiss her lips and stroke her breast. I then kissed back to her right nipple and gently sucked it into my lips using my teeth to nibble and pull. As I did so I used my hand to stroke her lower stomach. "Don't get your hippie locks stuck in the door!" I call out to him. I look around to see everyone staring at me a few have smiles. Especially the women. I raise my glass to them and turn back to Butch who has calmed down from his laughing fit. "I'm sorry about that Max. That's Owen. He's a little shit. Always tryina prove himself the top dog." I wave it off "and he figures the best way to do this is to pick a fight with a kid?" I say shaking my head. Butch chuckles and leaves me to serve the. ” I finished drying myself and then looked at the bed. I somehow didn’t fancy getting into a bed where someone had died, but there wasn’t much I could do about it. If I asked for another room it would be as good as saying I was scared, and that didn’t suit the macho image I wanted to convey. Deciding that the sheets must have been changed since that mort event I clambered in and tried to make up my mind where to settle on that vast white plain. I opted for the middle. I had expected to go.