She rose on tiptoes, hungry for a long and luscious kiss. My fingers touched each place of her. I whispered to her that I wanted to remember everythin... about her, to have her complete in my dreams, day or night. I wanted the moment when she would open to welcome me. Down the small of her back my fingertips glided, inside her black covering, around over the gentle indentations on the side of her well-shaped hips. They came to rest over her vagina– she shifted her legs slightly to welcome my firm. "You and your brother are seriously into guns, aren't you?" one of my classmates asked me as I looked through the pad."It is the family business." I reminded him."Isn't it violent, though? I mean, don't you worry about all the people who die because of you?"Someone at a press conference once asked my Father that. His answer had been that he had no control over how people use his products. For years I thought that was a reasonable answer. But as I started to say the words myself, I realized that. "It's fine, I'll just go, uh change or something." I quickly raced up the stairs, wanting to get the now ruined dress off. I'd just gotten to my room and was about to unzip when I heard my door creak open. "No need to thank me." Matthew closed the door behind him, leaning against it and grinning mischievously. "You made him do that?" "You looked uncomfortable." In the darkness of my room, I could hardly see his face. "Well, thanks you just cost me a new dress." "Can't you wash it?" "No, it's. Feeling frustrated, and vulnerable, I sat up and flipped her over. I put my weight on her and held her down. She responded by arching her back and opening her legs. So, I thought, now we understand one another. Not that I had any doubts as to her particular brand of kink, you can sense it on folks usually. Smell it on them. ‘You like ’em?’ She asked, wiggling her chest, and thus her medium-small breasts, back and forth, like bait for a lion. ‘Yeah.’ I said stupidly, grabbing one and squeezing.