
… somehow or another, two hours later we’re at your place, alone just you and I. You excuse yourself, advising that you need to slip into something comfortable. Make us some drinks Baby, you declare, pointing to the booze over there. And I happily oblige… slow n easy. Not hurried. Slow time - every single moment savored, you and I together, and I move to make us drinks, eagerly anticipating what something more comfortable will look like on you, cumming down those steps…