” she protested, “I have really bad breath!” “So what.” He said, kissing her over and over, “so do I.” His hand had traveled up to her ...oft breast and he gently squeezed it. He could feel her nipple harden in his hand. She pecked him back, but still refused to kiss him any further. She was very self-conscious. She could feel herself getting a little wet as his hand massaged her soft tit His hand trailed down over her stomach, running his fingers through her pubic hair. He found the moist. That night I wacked off three times while I looked at her picture and imagined taking her thong and bra off. After I had let lose my third monster load of cum into a tissue I drifted off to sleep with thoughts her running through my head.I woke up the next morning and see a pair of beautiful brown eyes looking down at me. At first I thought it was a dream or maybe I was looking at another picture but after my eyes adjusted to the light I realized that it was my cousin looking at me. That. As I sit at my desk and power up my laptop, my boss, D. Webster, walks in, a look of surprise on his round face. He’s younger than I am, but a life of boredom and unfulfilling relationships has made his expression pinched and tired. ‘What are you doing here?” he asks.“I work here,” I say, pushing my reading glasses down my nose so I can see him. “Do you have the water consumption figures from last week?”“You took this week off, N. Reynolds.” He frowns down at me. “The form says you needed a. I stood in the flickering glare of the flames and kept my garden hose aimed at the side of our house. The firemen had been working and I could feel that the level of heat had dropped considerably.By the time the Fire Department declared the blaze extinguished, I'd long since turned off the hose and backed away to cool down. We'd find out later that the fire had started because of some old faulty aluminum wiring in the basement. But that night we just stood and watched.My wife had grabbed her.