“Damn its no ploy Lugh, I want you naked, and I want to be naked.” Peggerty let out a slow noise of pleasure as Craig tended to her large scar. She then pulled off her tee shirt and revealed a small bra which barely covered her enticing breasts. “That was a bastard….it still gives me grief.” The man saw that the scar passed over some wrongly ribs which likely still caused some pain. There were other scars too and not many looked like they were from surfing accidents.<br/><br/>However Peggerty was not interested in pain, pleasure was what was on her mind, she leaned up and grasped Craig again, this time her kiss was more passionate and she was the same. “The….the boys can stay …in the van….” The irraka gasped, “They…they will be fine…lets get some booze….soon….but no we don’t want to waste the sun….”<br/><br/>It was then that she started to remove her bra and her shorts… and then began to tug at Craig’s clothing. Her long flingers searched for the fastenings on his cargo pants. She just hoped he felt as she did. Peggerty was feeling extremely turned on with antisipation  and the fact that the electricity of a storm was crackling in the air only made her more excited.<br/><br/>The irraka kissed Craig again. “Do  you need drink for this? I know I don’t….but later we can have…”  Peggerty didn’t finish the sentence as her mouth met his again. She was certainly a creature of passion and instinct. Yes Peggerty was a very physical woman she knew exactly what she wanted and right at this moment she was kissing him. The uratha revelling in the sensations that she was feeling at present, as her own hands found Craig’s skin.<br/>