Victoria slipped her hand into her pants slowly caressing her clit over her silk thong, the smooth fabric against her private area always drove her cr...zy.After a while she took her hand out and held it near her mouth as her tongue licked her sweet juices, which she had always thought were the best she had ever tasted. Of course she liked how all her friends’ flavours but her own seem to have something that made her taste buds explode.The young teen quickly undid her pants, pulling them down her. Perfect for her.I hate his fucking guts.Don't get me wrong, he's not a prick to me or anyone, and I know she deserves him and vice versa. I love him just as much as I hate him, because I wish it was me there. But, they're great together, so, what am I gonna do?Well, friends and neighbors, there was one time that I DID get to be there. And that's what i'm spinning you this little story for. It starts out about 3 years ago, when we first met, thanks to the magic of the internet and a mutual. The sensation of his fingers now on my thighs made me all the more light headed. This was exasperated when his fingers moved into my upper inner thighs and then I felt him brush my balls with the back of his knuckles. A momentary panic, but I dismissed this as an accident. The second time this happened I could not ignore the act. I lay there quietly in a state of panic and excitement. He was longer massaging me as much as carressing me with long strokes of his hands over the length of my body.. “Yes. They’re the remnants of Schnoblin’s Goblins, continuing to haunt us decades after his passing. We keep trying to purge them, but his fantasies remain a compelling draw to the overly paranoid.”“I’m afraid paranoia is part of your job descriptions. It goes with the territory.”“It’s hardly associated with professionalism,” she countered. “It harkens to those disconnected from reality, focusing more on imaginary demons than real threat assessment.”“I’m not sure where that leaves us,” Al.