The outfit you wore stood out: an athletic bra that for some reason had little or no support so your breast swelled up, a dimple of cleavage under you... collarbone. Your C-cups jiggled and moved, and your perfectly flat belly had a small ring in it, contrasting the dusky color of your natural shade. The skin seemed to have a look like cinnamon, and your eyes gleamed, green shimmering lights above your tiny nose and the elongated smile. Your perfect teeth looked as if they would rend me without. We both know that if people were to find out whom you are, and chance of a normal life will be over. I have read enough comics to know; people could and will use your powers to do bad things. They could kidnap your parents or anything. Threaten the ones you love." Oh my god, I never considered that, the consequences of my actions. Have I really thought this through Melissa?" No, you have been practicing like you should; I'm the one who has all the ideas. These past 6 months I have meticulously. This is how my first encounter started, I was 15 at the time, athletic build, a winger on the local rugby team, and not too bad looking if I do say so myself. Daniel was a couple of years older than I and build more like a man. He was well over 6’1′ solid frame, blond wavy hair and a forward in the same Rugby team as I. I remember the first encounter like it was only yesterday, we were both watching porn and had a bet to see who would need to use the bathroom first, knowing full well that. In spite of Val’s urging Amy did not contact the anonymous flower person. The next day as usual she received the pink rose and card, but today there was no email address on it. After a few more days of only the flower and card Amy decided to contact her mysterious flower person under the assumption that he was letting her set the pace by not pestering her with his email address. Amy finally relented and sent ti_amo_molto, who ever the heck that was an email. Over the next few weeks notes were.