The lounges were a different story. XXX Eventually, it became evident that we weren’t going to make it home, and the team leader declared it time for a couple of beers and available lounges at his place. I gently rolled her over, sheet still separating us, and I congratulated myself as I tucked into her spoon shape and quit my day. I gently pinched her nipple, and was rewarded with a gentle sigh and a subtle writhing within my form. But it was the eyes. It would be churlish to refuse an offering. Gently, I squeezed her breast. Equally aroused. It would be churlish to refuse an offering. A cup, b cup, c cup… It was minutes – or maybe days – later that the suffocating singlet gave up its charms, and unbelievably I held the naked breast I had never allowed
