Sean leaned backward, teasing Beth as her fingers nimbly worked down his shirt, making the task just a little bit more difficult for her.  It didn't prove much of an obstacle, however, and he closed his eyes and sighed in contentment as the shirt fell open, paving the way for her lips to brush his skin.   Apparently there were limits to even her patience, however, and as she grabbed the material and ripped it apart, he stared at her in faux shock.<br/><br/>"Hey!" he protested.  "That's one of my favorite shirts!"  But he couldn't complain too much.  He was, he figured, partly responsible, and his lips parted in a toothy smile as her hands explored his bare stomach, hardened from daily exercise with only the lightest, softest down of hair beneath his belly button.<br/><br/>In response, he worked his fingers underneath the lower edge of her skirt, lifting it up enough to reveal the pale pink panties once more.  He shifted his momentum, pressing forward, leaning into her body now as he pushed her back upon the felt table.  One hand dipped down toward her bottom, underneath the skirt, his finger teasing her arse through the gauzy fabric.<br/><br/>"I look forward to seeing what you think of my stick," he responded, his eyes half-lidded, a lopsided, easy smile on his face.  Only an idiot would have not figured out, by now, that they were no longer talking about billiards.