Only two people can get married and Hawai'i doesn't allow same sex marriage," Sean answered."Yet," replied Andie. "Besides, I'm not going to marry eit...er of you." When did you decide that?"Andie shrugged her shoulders. "I guess that I've always known that, Fred. We love each other and we're great friends, but not in that kind of love. We all really know that." Not me," said Sean."Sean, you aren't even so sure yet that you don't like boys more than girls. You don't want to marry me. And Fred,. Her back arched, finally getting the attention she craved, her head rolling back and forth on the bed. She was deliriously mumbling, “I want to taste you”, over and over. You teased her nipples with your teeth, reaching for the oil on the night stand. Taking the oil, and drizzling it over her breasts and tummy, massaging it into her now glistening skin, spreading it onto her stomach, pubic mound and thighs. Kristen arched her back, attempting to guide your hand between her legs, but you. Who the hell does she think she is? How dare that bitch say that. Shes the reason she was drinking in the first period. I have to make this bitch pay. So I pounce on her. HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT, YOU BITCH! ITS ALL YOUR FAULT SHE DID! I shout on top of her. I thought so. You miss you mommy. Too sad. Shes notice even fazed that I jumped her, a matter of fact, she looks quite amused by it. Youre just like him, an emotional mommas boy. Im willing to bet you have a tiny pencil dick just like my. I climb up on the bed, hovering over you. My silky, see-through nightgown hangs down, brushing your firm chest and stomach, tickling your curly chest hairs. My round 36D breasts are silhouetted by the candlelight, large dark pink areolas jutting out with diamond hard nipples from the stimulation of rubbing them on your back. You catch sight of them and your hands move instinctively to cup them underneath my gown. As much as they are craving your touch, I sit up slightly and circle my fingers.