You reach up your hand laying it softly on my cheek. Your thumb moving so sensuously back and forth. You move it down and softly trace the fullness of...my lips. A deep, low sigh escapes my soul. I feel you move closer, your fingers moving to my chin. Pulling it towards you, you move to me, pressing your lips to mine with the pressure of desire, passion, and love. Reaching up, I run my fingers through you hair pressing you closer to me. I want to feel more of you, to taste more of you. With your. By your senior year, you were throwing extra passes to any kid who wanted to work out. And the amount of time you would spend playing catch with my kids in the evenings wasn't lost on me."What I'm trying to say is you stopped being a right arm to me years ago. Don't get me wrong, if I thought it would help, I'd try to keep you here. But it won't. Staying here will hurt you in the long run. It'll help the hell out me, but it'll hurt you. So now, all that's left is to try to help you make the. Or Liz and Darlene.”“This is a booty call?” Wendy asked.“It’s always a booty call,” Zera scoffed. “Boys.”“And lesbians,” Wendy muttered. Zera had grabbed her three times today and all that had happened was Wendy had learned a dozen new ways not to eat pussy.Katie hadn’t called home since she had checked in stepping off the plane. She turned her phone off. Three missed calls. Just a couple more days, right? Then she could tell her husband what the fuck she had run off too. Maybe she could even. And I didn’t want to disturb her. So I straight away went to her balcony on the pretext of playing with the birds. I saw wet clothes were hanging on the balcony. I immediately started searching for her panties. And I found one. Black panty. A quote was written on it ‘i am a drug that you can’t resist.’As soon as I read that line I had a hard on. I smelled the panty, but unfortunately, it was washed. I placed it where it was and started searching for her bra. I knew her breasts were surely 34D.