Bridget, in fact, had not seen Banger. When she caught sight of him, I thought I was going to have to follow her around to wipe drool off her chin. “I just want to lick him,” Bridget whispers. “No licking the gangbangers at this party,” Les laughs. “Who are we not licking?” Hartley asks, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. “Bridget wants to lick Banger,” I answer with a giggle.
