I glance up at his face. His eyes remain closed, but his breathing has grown deeper. Is he asleep? Is he dreaming what I am doing? That thought makes ...e chuckle inwardly. He has made so many of my dreams, why shouldn't I make one of his? And so I push my head down, letting him enter the back of my throat, teeth safely sheathed beneath my lips. What was once so small now seems so big, filling me, almost choking me. I run my tongue up and down the shaft and as my head begins to bob,. 'Jen walked to the back of the SUV and opened the glass window. She then pulled her pack to her, and opened it. She rummaged through it until she found the case. Pulling the binoculars out of the case, she noticed that they were a little heavier then her old ones, and they also had several buttons on them, and a small box under one lens.'Ok I have them, now what do you want me to do?''Go to the side of the vehicle, brace the glasses against the roof, and look at the moon. When you have the moon. Eating out would take a toll on the budget.I watched from the living room window as Anna, Janie and Jake walked up the block. Jake was running around the two girls, jumping and pushing his sister. Shouldn't he be acting more grown up, since he's older than her? In front of our house, he gave her a shove, then ran across the street to their house. Janie flew backwards and landed on the leaf-strewn brown grass. Her short skirt sat high on her thighs, shapely legs far enough apart to expose blue. Inspired, the piece came to life and she invited her friend to her studio to reveal it. "It's not finished," she mumbled, terrified about being rejected as an artist and a friend. As Karen stared at the canvas, she could clearly make out two women who could not be confused for anyone other than herself and Tracy in a very intimate, semi-nude embrace."Oh my! Is that who I think it is?" Tracy nodded, too scared to say anything at that moment. "I'm flattered," Karen said, trying to be careful not.