" Good." He turned me around to face him, placing his cool hands on my face. His lips touched mine and my blood raced. I couldn't help leaning into hi... hungrily, my hands fisting his shirt. I licked his lips, tasting mint and sweetness and he gasped. He held me still as he pulled away, my eyes flashing open to witness his struggle."I'm sorry," I whispered, reining in the urge to lean forward and kiss him again."Its okay, I've got it," he said after a moment. He exhaled slowly, then drew in a. For me at that time Chinnu was past; it was not that I forgot her but she had less impact on my mood. I use to get few words of information from my mom about her, as my mom was in touch with her mother,I never asked my mom, but I was always keen to hear news from her side, especially of her motherhood. But I never got, even a hint of it. I remember in that span of time I accessed few porn sites and also this site, I use to read stories and obviously use to get excited, sometimes I use to. Damien crawled over her, smiling at her longing gaze. “Have I been neglecting you?” he asked, nuzzling against her jaw. She purred, lips twisting upwards in amusement. “Only enough that I can complain about it.” She teased him. He nipped at her shoulder. “Brat…” he muttered, dipping his hips so that his still clothed erection brushed against her skin. She bucked, craving the friction against her sensitive flesh. “Damien!” She hissed, her eyes darkening. He chuckled, repeating the action. . “I got three pies and three sausage rolls for you,” Debbie said with a grin. “And the juice.” I decided then that she was more than just pretty. She was downright beautiful. “I hope that’s enough.”I nodded quickly. “It’ll do. Thank you.” Debbie began to open something for herself – a toasted sandwich, by the looks of it – and I ripped open a pie and tucked in, not caring that I got crumbs everywhere. “Sorry about the state of the place,” I managed around a hot mouthful of steak pie. “I wasn’t.