Teeth closed, I allow them to be pushed aside, feel it sliding across the well maintained enamel as ragged expulsions of air escape from my nostrils t... quiver about its demanding length. With difficulty I raise my heavy, drooping lids so that she may cast her gaze on my beseeching eyes, so I may bathe in the warmth of her attention, so I may catch a glimpse of her tongue as it plays about her cruel lips, so I may quiver as I lose myself in the malicious glint of her observing eyes. I can feel. “Good point,” he finally admitted. “I thought you’d get a kick out of this. Amelia’s trending on Twitter.”Had I entered the twilight zone? Maybe I needed more coffee. “She’s doing what on what?” I asked.“Trending, Mike. On Twitter? ... The Internet? ... Social media? ... One hundred and forty characters?”“Oh. Got it. I heard about that. How can anything intelligent be expressed in a hundred and forty characters?”“That’s not the point. Hashtag Amelia Destiny and hashtag A Song To My Parents is. Riday, June 8, 1979After our morning cuddle and rapport, Bonnie, Missy, Sharon and I headed in to work for a while. We hadn't much more than got into my office before Ann came in."The police came by to see me last night," she told Sharon and me. "They wanted to know if I knew anything about my ex-husband getting beaten pretty badly yesterday afternoon. I assured them I didn't, and gave them the names of several people who knew I was at work when it happened." Did they say how badly he had been. I helped her with her skirt, until she was lying there in just her white cotton panties, with a nice damp dark patch right highlighting her wet leaking pussy! What amazed me was the fact that this 21 yr old virgin wasn’t shy in the least, and smiled up at me as I ogled at her almost naked body. I reached for my shirt buttons and undid them, throwing my shirt off. I saw her gaze travel to my jeans and notice the massive bulge in my crotch. “Oooo! Someone’s excited!” she teased. “Look who’s.