I nuzzled it with my cheek."This might end up going further than you thought," I said.She surprised me and said, "I don't think it can go any further ...han I want it to go. I don't think you are that type of person." I'm glad you told us about your love for your father and your heartaches. I'm not sure what made you decide to trust us after only knowing us for part of a day, but I feel like you are more than just a friend now, more like family. Tomorrow we will tell you our stories and then you. “Holy Mother of God,” he said under his breath as he looked at her body, of course the Kimono, and those longer well maintained legs she sported. “Oh my gosh,” he said, whispering. “Holy Mother of God…she’s come to my room and she’s dressed like that?” he added. He opened the door but his eyes were not on her face. His eyes were on her body, all of it and anywhere, which suggested she wanted him to see it meaning her bosoms, her body, and anywhere else imaginable. In his t-shirt and pajama. It was seldom that an entire gang would victimize a lone female traveler. Still, it was commonplace enough in the Holy Land and the surviving female Pilgrims had many tales of brutality on the road to the holy shrines of Christianity.She had to admit that when the returned Pilgrims and nuns repeated the stories around a campfire it would make her horny and she would rush to find Sir Roland to gain the succor of his certain passion.Fortunately, her new friend the Moor was attuned enough to. It was not until you scratched under the surface that you noticed some little cracks in her "Miss Goody 2 Shoes" suit of armor. For instance, if you opened her bottom drawer in her bedroom, you would find an interesting assortment of sex toys ranging from impressively large black dildos to long strands of anal love beads that promised posterior delights.Candice's fridge was chock full of beer. There was enough beer to float a University party on a Friday night. The strange thing was that Mr..