Barbara and I managed to trade moans for the next several minutes, also sharing tongues as our lips never left each other. Finally, between breaths, she spoke.
"Matt," she said.
"Yeah, Barbie?" I asked.
"This WAS hot, but it's kind of lost the draw for me," she told me.
"So it's over?!" I asked, silently praying for a negative response.
"Yeah, it's over," she told me.
I was disappointed, until she went on.
"But you decide," she added, "is it over to your room or mine?" |