Aiden I loved his thoughts, actually I just loved him in general, "then she surprise me by trailing her hands down and taking hold of my pants. She grinds down real hard into me, making my vision blur for a second. This is not good, I'm definitely not going to be able to keep control of anything if she goes down there." He likes to reassure Emma that nothing bad happened while she was drunk off her a**, "we didn't have sex, if that is the reason for all the bloody hells," he smiles, and it makes him look even more dishy." So with Emma being from a different country, Aiden has to google search some words, "I scroll down the long list of words, taking in a few as I look for "French letter" and then I laugh. "Really? Where do y'all get these words from? Why not just call it a condom?" I keep scrolling down until I find "rumpy, pumpy" "Sexual intercourse." I'm struggling not to laugh. I have a one track mind, because all I'm thinking is the course I'd like to inter with her, sexually." Emma has some naughty thoughts of her own when it comes it Aiden, "will you hold this for me?" His sweater appears in front of me and I take hold of it. I stand, once again totally transfixed, as he slips out of his slacks. Oh. Bloody. Hell. God save the Queen and my raging hormones. I don't think I'm going to survive the evening. He has now stripped down to only shorts, black ones with words written in gray on the side."
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