For her, Paris is the city of the night. A city of perverse and excruciating passions and pleasures, of driven hungers and dark minds, of exquisite pe...versions and sheer sensuality, drawing her like a moth to flame. ~~ "Cyn." His deep, husky voice purrs at her ear, heated breath stroking her senses. "What are you thinking?" She turns to him with a soft shiver, pulled from her reverie, gazing at his dark, charismatic face, feeling the pull of his personality in the silver gleam of his eyes.. My only response was to not be pushed. I’m not heavy but I am strong. I think he was surprised that I didn’t brush aside. He stumbled off balance. “Hey, watch where you’re walking.”I said, “I was. You made an effort to bump into me.”“Look, pretty boy. You don’t own the sidewalk.”“That’s true. Neither do you.”He made a fist and stepped back for room. Agnes released my hand. I let him swing. I used his momentum to send him sprawling. He was now mad and out of control. He came at me again. This. We had too many books to fit on Mary's rack, so I carried some of mine in one hand. As we passed Danny's place, he called out to me. "Hey! They've let you out." He, Mike, and Terry were working on what I presumed was the pedal car. I was eager to see it."Yeah. I'll be back in five minutes," I called.I dropped off my books and told Mom my new destination. "Is it all right if I stay out until supper?" Be careful coming home in the dark." I'll stay on the sidewalk." Mary came with me.When we. "Her hips start to swing with the soft slow music running her hands from her hips she traces her body upwards towards her squeezed together breasts. A small smile reaches you lips as you watch her start to unbutton her shirt more starting to show the deep red push up bra with black lace in a intricate patten on it. Turning around she looks back while still undoing buttons her smile showing that she is enjoying that start of what will no doubt be a amazing night. Pulling the shirt from the tight.