Instead of doing our homework my girlfriend would provide the intimate details of each experience she had with her boyfriend. She was two years older ...han me in age but seemed ages older than me in confidence and experience. We would sit on my bed, as she would describe to me how they would meet at her house or his house depending upon whose parents were away at the moment. I would get all the details about how they kissed and how it felt to have her nipples lightly twisted and then sucked, as. After so many years together, I easily recognized the desire in her eyes, and my body responded to the tease instantly. "I was just thinking about you," she cooed, extending her finger to my mouth for me to taste the juice of the berry. "Mmm.. fresh berries for lunch?" I asked as I tasted the sweetness on her finger, letting my teeth linger gently as if it was her nipple in my mouth. "Berries, cream, and me." A decidedly wicked grin spread across her face. Even after ten years of marriage. Have you been timid with me?”“Umm…no, George. Ohhhhhhhh….”“Have you been meek or shy?”“No, George. Oh, God, that feels so good!”“Yes, it does feel wonderful, but to continue--why are people meek, timid, or shy, Marie?”“I am because I’m afraid. That’s why I hardly ever dated, and why I never had a real boyfriend.”“Right, so why aren’t you timid or shy with me? Because you’re not afraid, Marie; doesn’t that tell you something about our relationship? You’re not afraid because you love and. The fear in Emily's eyes, as she considered this new instrument of torture, was noticed by the Senior Customs Official. He grabbed the big toe on her right foot and placed the copper clamp on the fleshy pad. Emily watched the needle on the meter come alive. It hovered just above ?4?. The he turned the dial up to ?4?. He held up the prong and came closer and closer with it?threatening Emily with it?so that she didn’t know where it would apply it first. But, he rubbed the prong on her tummy.