Her : hmm. Lekin hum pura sex nai karenge. Sirf thoda sa and mai naked nai houngi.Me : okay baby. Jitna tumhari icha. Tumne cake laya naa jo maine tum...e kal fridge me rakhnekon diya tha.She : nai shits. Mai to bhul hi gayi.Us waqt mujhe bht gussa aya kyu ke cake cut karna tha mujhe, aur cake related love game bhi khelna tha.Me : mujhe nai pata ab tumhe iski saza milegi .She : kya sazaMe : mai pura sex nai karunga, lekin tumhari bra panty utar ke tumhe nude karna hai ab mujhe.Bht manane k baad. I had worn pajamas for the first [censored] years of my life, but, now, I always felt overheated. I guess it was nervousness. But I took to sleeping naked. And (I hope the men here won't think badly of me), I began to part my soft, smooth thighs and reach down between my legs to achieve hust a little relief for my yoing, overheated body, gasping as I thought of a man taking me, owning me, posessing me totally. Just writing about it now is making my [censored] wet.I could also hear Daddy tossing. Well, that might be part of it. Jesse had copper-red hair down to his ass, gathered in a pony-tail most days. For formal occasions, he had Jenna braid it for him. Either way, his hair was his best feature. He felt like Sampson. Powerless without his hair, perhaps. Jenna thought he was sexy enough. He had broad shoulders, narrow hips, and nicely defined pecs. He didn’t work out, or anything, but he did “work” — real work, which kept him fit enough. But he was as freckled as a frog, he. He ran the whole three mile race at a blistering pace, actually lapping the other runners once. As he gracefully floated over the finishing line, the crowd burst into applause. Out of the chaotic noise came a chant, ‘Lucent, Lucent, Lucent, Lucent.’ The stadium at Hayward Field was packed with spectators who had come to see only one man, Lucent. In previous years, before Lucent, track meets had rarely attracted crowds. But he had transformed distance running into a blood sport and his fans.