<div class="floatright">(http://i1013.photobucket.com/albums/af255/fellea/Amber_1280x420.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Amber Vanlaer<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Anna/ Open<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The River<br/><hr/><br/>"Ha! Good enough. Both of'em get your mouth wet, tamales and starbursts that is. Although with the lip pulling sour and sudden rush of sweet from the warhead have your cheeks slippery with spit from beginning to end." Pulling her head away, Amber slumped down off her elbow and into her own full recline, arms up and folding to cradle their palms at the base of her skull.<br/><br/>Well on her way to the realm beyond drunk or no, the wind traveling with the two warm bodies that approached the river didn't escape Amber's notice either. Neutral at best, even covered in one another as they so flaunted, there was no spike in adrenaline clouding up in some great testosterone cloud either. No raging hormones, no aggression, and still in shoes.<br/><br/><em>'Other team'.</em>Amber's brain went in the same direction as Anna's without her even realizing it.<br/><br/>Snickering once she realized they'd indeed come to the same conclusion, her fingers lazily crept and crawled out from underneath her head to quest for the wine glass she'd discarded. Feeling little inclination to move from her lounging, homosexuals or no, Amber turned in time to watch Anna slip off back into the water.<em>'Pretty little thing.'</em><br/><br/>A creature of hearty appetites for everything life had to offer, the dark eyed dame wouldn't deny the little woman had a certain sweetness to her. Hence the whole candy conversation. Despite her unfortunate past, Amber's tastes ran to thicker, meatier things than what lay smooth and slitted between Anna's thighs. That didn't mean much when the inner beast caught a tickle from someone that was attractive and good company, but it did mean petting, pampering, or stroking at the very least, if the situation allowed. Another time perhaps. Tonight was a night for drinking, because world be damned, she hadn't in quite a while. It was the metabolism you see, it made it awfully difficult to achieve, let alone maintain a good buzz. And watching Anna play miss Susie homemaker neighbor with the newcomers. Not to be the proverbial bump on a log(or rock), Amber lifted a hand to either of the men in a snazzy little two-fingered salute.