<strong>Character:</strong>James Schmitt<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Lounge<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Tony and Angel<br/><br/>"Oh...women are wonderful, that is no doubt, but nothing can compare to that pulsing feeling between your legs as a man..." Annette said as her hand moved up to finger at the zipper of Angel's jeans, "...oh...do forgive, I think I might be getting carried away a bit. I have a bad habit of that I must admit. Often James and I need to rush off early from events...or, well, we have been kicked out of a few by some prudish people. Such a shame that they couldn't just enjoy the show!"<br/><br/>"You are a bit hard to satisfy hun, I wouldn't doubt if you swam out to the island after a day or two to join us," James said as his eyes drifted over to Angel's as he felt her foot moving up and down his pant leg. Taking another drink, he let one hand slip under the table to rest on the leg opposite the one Tony had grabbed, slowly rubbing it back and forth, feeling the shapely curve of her thigh, the well toned muscle as it spasmed slightly at his wife's expert touch. "Don't worry either, the video will be for our eyes only, unless you decide you want more to see at some point. I'll be sure to send you a copy too of course," he smiled as his hand moved up a little higher along her leg. Turning to look at Tony. "So how old are you Tony? No offense...but they might need to check your ID before you are able to go on this little trip. And if anyone asks...that drink didn't come from me. I know how these yanks are with their drinking and stuff. Don't want to get arrested on my first visit."