Sorry to bother u but I’m narrating a true story in my life. After the dinner and drinks she was tipsy and started thinking of me as her husband for...ot to tell u guys she is elder to by quarter my age. She asked me to kiss her while I was driving my bike I ignored her later she got mad pulling my hair I kissed on her hand for which she was angry and as I was late that nite. I stopped the bike close to her house and was about to leave; she didn’t accept and was asking me to come home (she was. . an extremely close one.”As he continued down the road, again and again he had to squint through the glare of high-beam headlights. “What’s wrong with everybody tonight?” he yelled as another car passed without dimming their lights. He thought about just pulling into one of the field entrances and spending the night, but before he could find a decently-wide entrance, he saw a young woman standing by the side of the road with her thumb pointing west.He shouldn’t have stopped. Even without the. ’ ‘I know, but I’m not going to. I don’t want to rush this. I like you. I don’t want it to be all about sex. And when I make love to you, it’ll be in my bed and it’ll be slow and by the time I’m done I’ll know every secret of your body, inside and out.’ He told her then kissed her once more before walking away. Cassidy walked into her apartment, a little wobbly on weak knees, and collapsed on the couch. Her mind was a bit foggy and she knew it was because of Rand’s kiss. He knew how to kiss,. Brrrrrrring! The sound was coming from the wrong side of the bed. brrrrrrring! Blearily, Kimberly turned over toward the source of the noise as it was stopped in mid ring. brrr. A naked arm draped itself around her and pulled her naked body toward another. Another hand gently held her head as she was woken with a kiss. “Wake up sleepyhead.” Despite being hungry, having missed a proper meal the night before, Kimberly wondered if they could skip breakfast, be late for the meeting even. But.