I love you.Rose: but you know its wrong. Sort of tabooMe: I know but for now it happened already and I don’t wanna lose you.I was sitting on the bed...and she came and sat on my lap wrapping me around her legs.Me: oh rose! You are so awesome my girl!Rose: I love you tooI don’t know when I put on my lips on hers. It was going all exotic. This was the first time for me as well as for her. Our lips drenching more and more in each other and our tongue was exploring the whole world of each other’s. Here I had gone out of my way to jack that mother-fucker off and make him orgasm, so that he could finally get some sexual relief. And all he could do was make fun of me for it. That was the last straw, as far as I was concerned.“So I used that God damn handkerchief to clean up as much of the sperm as I could–especially the sperm on my face. And then I shoved that gooey handkerchief back into Art’s hand, and I demanded that he drive me back home immediately.“On the way. Her lips were thin and dry, her nose longer than the others'. She seemed as ancient as the world itself. The only thing the faces had in common were their eyes. Black, glittering orbs pierced Lena like a cold blade. Their were no whites of her six eyes, only darkness as deep as chasms. Lena fell backwards, scrambling toward the couch, mouth agape. Arion, however, fell forward, knees on the floor and his forehead brushing the carpet. "My lady!" he yelped. The mysterious woman seemed to regard. But also, occasionally his eyes could not help moving down to Issy’s amazing breasts, her luscious eighteen-year-old body and his cock, again not listening to his admonishing super-ego, was growing harder and harder by the minute, throbbing and pulsing in his pants. In Freudian terms John’s “id” became consumed with a desire to fertilize this beauty, a drive so basic and primal it equaled the need of the Phal to hide in the deepest darkest volcanic forests and attract insects to pollinate it’s.