“Are you trying to get me drunk, Jude?” Miranda teased. He pulled her close and ran his hand over her breasts. “I don’t have to get you drunk, Mandy. I can feel your desire.” Jude lowered his head and kissed Miranda’s neck. She tilted her head and pulled her hair back to give him better access. “Jude, I thought we were going to talk after dinner,” Miranda breathed heavily. “Later baby…much later. Right now, all I can think about is getting you out of your blouse and sucking those nipples,” Jude moaned. “Mmmmm sounds good to me. Let’s go up to my room,” Miranda purred. She stood up and motioned with her head in the direction of her bedroom. Climbing the stairs proved to be an adventure, with Jude behind her snaking his hand up the back of her skirt and stroking her already wet pussy. “Make yourself comfortable, Jude. I’ll be right back,” Miranda spoke between kisses. She pried herself from his grip, went into the bathroom and closed the door. She had what she planned to wear all ready. Jude stripped down to his tight boxlipv>teaseer briefs and lay down on the bed.
