Hmm.Moving to the side of the bed I studied her gorgeous face partially obscured by honey-blonde hair. Then I saw the slight smile; she was awake! Wha... a minx! I grinned ... and paused. She was supposed to be at gymnastics practice. What was she doing here?Bending, inhaling her sensual scent, I drew her hair back off her face and kissed her cheek gently. "What are you doing here?" I asked softly. "Aren't you supposed to be at gymnastics?"Her smile broadened, eyes opening to look at me, such. Thank god, is all I have to say on that!Yet, he often stopped in the hallway between classes to ask me how I was doing - if I saw some show the other evening or even if everything was all right. I was actually looking forwards to Mr. Gerald's couple of minutes of conversation per day - that was how desperate I have become.So, other than that one adult that talked to me infrequently, I had absolutely no one to talk with. And I mean no one!I would come home from school - make supper for mom and. "I understand. Besides, I already list you by your pen name in my paper anyways, I just wanted to know for our conversation. It would sound a bit awkward if I kept referring to you as Carnage, don't you think?" Natalie said."Yes, I suppose so," I replied."Ok, so then tell me Adam, how long have you been doing this celebrity sex story thing? That is what you call it right?" Natalie asked."About two years. I call it just celeb erotica, it makes it sound more dignified I suppose," I. Quickly jumping up from the bed, realizing how wet her panties were, she went into the bathroom and pulled them off. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled wickedly. Yes, she had been naughty but she had loved every moment of it. She heard her husband coming up the stairs as she hurriedly wiped her hands clean. Her husband stepped through the door and looked around. He saw his wife’s clothes on the ground but there was no sign of her. Usually, she would get into her comfy clothes so he.