I was reading a book about these two guys that meet on the street in a big city and become so close they’re like lovers except they never fuck. One ...f them can’t anyway because he’s too sick. But the story wasn’t about that. I think it was just about the formlessness of love but I’m only guessing about that.June came over and leaned against the table. “They made a movie out of that one, you know.”“I can see the movie just fine in my head.”“Those are the best of all.”The library was empty, as it. The three explosions had painted the rocky walls red. Nothing remained of the sandbags that had once made up the machine gun nest."Not a pretty sight, that's for sure," Liv agreed. "I think the smell is the worst part, though." Shhh, you hear that?" Finn held his finger to his lip. Though faint, they could hear the sound of a car turning over, followed by a high-powered engine roaring to life."I bet that's not the ice cream truck," Liv muttered. Moments later, a pair of bright headlights came. She laughed and finished drying off and left the room. I finished my shower, dried off, and went back to my room to get dressed. We went downstairs, and she made coffee and we sat at the kitchen table to drink it.“You’re a real smart ass, Steve!” Trudy said.“I try,” I replied. “And you should have known that from when Melanie and I dated. You and I talked about the time Melanie and I came down to dinner naked.”“True. I guess our daughter really corrupted you.”“I don’t think so. I think she. After more than a few torturous caresses to my breasts, I was pushed to my back and felt my wrists being tethered to the bed. I kept my legs wide and stretched in front of me. “Beautiful” was all He said. The slow caresses began again. He moved lower and lower down my body. Never quite touching me where I wanted Him most. I began to feel crazed with my need. It was so difficult to hold still and not moan at the gentle contact. His touch moved to my aching clit, just as I was ready to jump for.