Aur mai hamesha wait kar raha tha ki woh kab neeche jhookegi,keh kar.ek bar usska pathi jab camp ko gaya tha,tab uss din saturday tha,uss night ko mai...tv dekh raha tha,uss waqt sister tho bed room mein sogayi thi,mujhe cell phone ke charger ki jaroorat padhi tho maine bed room mein chala,tho waha se charger lekar mai sister ke taraf dekha tho,sister ne ek boob ko bahar rakh kar sogaya tha,shayad bachhi ko doodh pilakar waisa hi sogayi hogi samjha maine,sister ke nipple ko dekhte hi mere lund. I moan into his mouth. The feeling of him sliding his fingers out slowly makes me tighten my inner walls just to feel him there a minute more. He breaks our kiss, twists his fingers against my wall, pulls them out. My eyes go wide as he licks one finger, then holds the other to my lips, rubbing some on my lips. I lick my lips tasting myself, and he slides his fingers into my mouth.“I bet you can clean my fingers spotless, can’t you, young lady.” The look you give me is that of confidence and. “An exceptionally beautiful young lady!” Reaching over to the table, I grabbed the box from the florist. “And a beautiful lady needs flowers!”As I slipped the elastic band of the wrist corsage onto her hand, Elizabeth blushed and seemed to get a little flustered. Suddenly, she reached forward to give me a hug. “Thank you, Anton!”I stood next to her for a few pictures, and managed not to look too awkward. My suit was a dark charcoal and went well with the dress, from what we were told. Taking. .. it's hard to describe. Real? Like, a whole new level of real--like, the kind of real that makes everything else seem a little bit unreal.It is solid black. On the front, there is a single line of golden print:Happy Birthday.Inside, he finds a note.You've been dealt a shitty hand, Marcus, but in the game of life you get to choose how to play. Do you want to play?Marcus shivers. The air seems cold. He feels like he's being watched. He feels like it matters, like the question is real, like he.