.. I ... I've ... I've never been in love before. I don't know if it's real or not. I don't know what to do," she sobbed, tears now trickling down her...cheek."There isn't anything to do. It happens. It is ... I mean ... it's not a tangible thing. It's in your head and in your heart. It won't let go of you. It's there all the time, just like you are with me all the time. I don't have a minute that I'm not thinking about you and wondering about you. Even when I'm asleep, you're in my dreams. I. . One that she could stroke whenever she wanted to.. One that she could gently tease into a pulsating frenzy.. One that she could hold at the edge of ecstacy while she watched the glistening drops of pre-cum stream from its swollen purple head."OH, YES!! ... I CAN FEEL IT!!"Millie could take no more! She rushed from the little desk chair to the over-sized lounge in the back of her father's library; stripping what remained of her sweat soaked clothing as she went. She threw her naked body onto. His olive skin glistened with sweat under the room’s hot lights, and his hair was loose from where it had been tied back. It was as beautiful as she remembered, and she had to stifle an urge to run her fingers through it. ‘I am finished, Ms. Thomas, and I am glad to report that the sculptures are authentic.’ Sabrina didn’t know she was holding her breath until she had released it at his words. ‘I’m very glad to hear that.’ Now it’s time to say goodbye, Mr. Cabrezi, she thought. He continued to. She continued to do so for a long time; it was almost as though she’d missed it. I’d never really been into touching her; she was always the one that touched me. I would just sit back and let her do whatever she wanted; I remember it used to be like she worshipped my body. She used to touch me whenever she could, she would stroke my hands and tell me that she loved me and I would just nod and fail to say anything back at all. She placed her hands on the side of my face and kissed me again,.