I begin kissing your neck, gentle pecks around your ear, I open my mouth and let my breath heat your neck then flick my tongue over the same area. You...shudder. I nudge my leg between yours so that I am straddling your left leg. So I am able to manoeuvre myself above you to continue my journey, also the friction of your leg against me eases my own need a little, or heightens it, I am not sure, but I am concentrating on you. I love the reactions my tongue is causing in you, I like the taste of. I feel tears on her face, I need her more than I've ever needed her, Ineed a shoulder to cry on, "she'll be back right?! You'll be backright?!" I look myself over and feel so soft in every way one can. Igrab blankets and cover myself, I pass out so emotionally exhausted Ididn't want to be awake, no dreams.I wake up, I feel uncomfortably familiar with my body, and then pain anddread all at once, I felt the need to pee I look down a see her cutelittle bush pubic hair, a strange longing comes over. ‘No, there was a few hundred dollars difference. But what makes us think it was two people is that the electronic path they took was different. The first one was more sophisticated than the second. Do you have a list for me?’ ‘Yes, I will e-mail it to you now.’ I went back into the office and told Billie, ‘Get dressed, we need to go shopping.’ We dressed and I drove us to a somewhat fashionable store. I bought her eight work outfits the saleswoman assured us could be combined with each other. Just then I feel something touching me, exploring me. Your hand had freed itself and was moving down my chest to my stomach. With caution and intimidation the freed hand slowed as it was passing my stomach. It felt wonderful to feel the tips of your fingers as they pressed to touch each ridge of my stomach muscles, but why were they shy now after such passion and fervor? The hand was timid and unsure.As if to give your freed hand permission, my fingers stopped tracing the outsides of you and.