I work it in with my palms and fingertips. It is one of those decadent feelings… It is impossible to describe what it feels to gently, firmly, g...ntly work the lotion into my pores. I take my time. There is no rush, paying particular attention to my elbows, wrists, knees, and ankles. Soft… Men love the softness of these areas, for it is all they ever get to see or touch.A “tease” you say? No… And, yes… A huntress. My prey? The perfect man, perfectly Man, so. I've had party houses since I was 15 years old and sold weed starting in my first year of high school. i got my first appartment on my own at 18 and never looked back. I worked midnight shift and would of then go to school after words and was always indepentent but always had dozen of poeple partying at my house. My first appartment was burned down due my dog trying to eat left over pizza left on the stove, so i stayed with my father for a few weeks before getting another place where I stayed. Linda and I held hands all during the open skate, which seemed to annoy some of those around. But also seemed to get her jealous looks from what seemed to be some of her classmates.When the next couple skate was announced we were right behind Kimmy and Julie. I looked at Linda and smiled as I nodded at her. She nodded back. We parted and each skated up to the outside of her two friends, who looked to be about to leave the rink. “Kimmy, I think this is my turn” I said as I took her hand in mine,. I was more ready this time and while I did make noise it wasn't ascream not that anybody could hear anything I said. I did here the girlscalling Rose though. Trish was especially vocal as they begged to be able towatch. Rose stopped, strutted past me and moved the mirror to give the girls aclear view of my demise. Nancy, got off of Trish and walked over to speak toRose. They exchanged a few whispers and then Rose handed Nancy her riding cropand walked in front of me again. Gesturing back.
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