Craig pulled her towards him, his hand on her back moved slowly to her bum and he squeezed gently. XXX “Not done a runner then?” She said as she reached him. “Guess who I’ve bumped into?” Said the message, across a photo of his face. A few seconds passed before his bleary eyes could focus on the words, “We’re in the kitchen Sleepyhead. They’ve been quite last two weeks, probably on holiday.” The door closed in Craig’s face. Lottie got up, stretched, and went to Emily; she bent down and whispered, “Shall we go out and leave these two to catch up? His hands ventured up her thighs, under the hem of her skirt and over her bum, feeling her buttocks through the silky material of her panties.
