As my melancholy kept clinging to me, I kept clinging to anything from him. Reluctant to leave, and dying for more.... I was out of my mind. To fill ...he agonizing time between my encounters with Vincent, I often read smutty romance novels to pass the time. My collection began to accumulate over the months. I made weekly trips to the book store in order to purchase these novels. Often embarrassed and afraid that someone I knew may catch me in this section. I had a tendency to keep my eyes. "Okay, I'll get you a camera. Do you have one in mind?" No. I don't now anything about cameras, that's why the Nikon was sitting in my closet!"Our food came about then and it gave me a chance to think about what Beth had said, and what she hadn't.She was right, I was uncomfortable taking anything that smelled like charity. My dad had told stories of growing up in a poor family and how much his father had hated accepting handouts and I guess the idea of paying for what I got carried through the. " (Carla Frances was a babe-a-licious cheerleader-type that we both knew. I knew Carla as a classmate at UNC, and Tess had met her at her parents' country club. I was trying to say something -- y'know -- gracious and highly complimentary to my main squeeze, here.Tess looked at me kind of funny, but finally just accepted my inane remark as an attempted compliment. She probably wondered why Carla Frances' image had come into my head, at that moment, in the first place. Hell, I didn't know. I. . I'm going to come... already!" Oh no, you're not," Yvette murmured against her lips. "Not so fast. I'm going to torment you, make you wait. I want to fuck you for a long time before you come." Oh!" Laura gasped, feeling like she might come any second.But Yvette slowed down her hand, and kissed Laura's neck instead of her nipples. "Slow down... slow down," she whispered."Oh god!" Laura whimpered, her hips churning under the water.With her own fingers she could feel Yvette's buttery fluids.