I feel your feet on my skin, as my legs echo the bend of yours. I love the nakedness of your body next to mine, it is so inviting - I love it when you...sleep naked next to me, it is like a signal to me that you want me, that you crave me, that you are willing to be open to me -- but my hand gets restless there on your hip - so it goes back to your stomach - wanting to go to unsafe places. I don't want to wake you yet - I am not ready to dive in off the island of your slumber into those wakeful. " He continued, but still eyed me a little bit. Shit, again! I have been trying to make with Mr. pathan ever since freshman year. But it really hasn't workked.Mr. pathan was young. I was young and in love. With him and his irresistible body. I was pretty, I'm not gonna lie. I have raspberry red hair and emerald green eyes that compliment my ivory skin and angular features. We would be perfect together with his brown hair and blue eyes. I heard somewhere that brown haired people are more. Now I will punish you for the second time. I slapped her beautiful left tit making it bounce and turn red with my hand print I continued to slap her tits hard alternating from one to the other. She was screaming and crying so hard she lost bladder control and I had to move back to keep from getting her piss on me. She hung in her bonds head down crying. I moved back in front of her and slapped her inner thigh as hard as I could several times first one thigh then the other. After she began to. They hadn't seen each other since Lisa and Lena left Long Island years ago. He was tall, six foot eight, athletic looking, and married to a tiny woman who was barely five foot tall. He had two sons who were tall for their age taking after their father. Wendy could not believe that her husband had such a beautiful sister. Wendy thought the woman should be a runway model or movie star. If she looked like Lisa, she certainly would at least take a chance of becoming rich and famous. The boys were.