Not the common Ingmar variety, so no point in her playing chess with death, but the rather rare Ingrid version which is sometimes referred to as The C...sablanca Complex. All she can see is buttoned up perfection, sexuality oozing from every pour as her heroine tries desperately to navigate the troubled waters of her splintered heart. Rick or Victor? Love or fidelity? It matters not because all your writer sees is a troubled soul battered by irreconcilable choices. Which as we all know is. Just as I was about to blow she stopped herself on a downward thrust and let the sensation pass. I looked at her pleadingly and she said "You know how I’ve always said I would try it up the ass? Well I know you want to. I heard Neeta talk about it. It’s a shame she won’t try it but I’d love to satisfy your curiosity."I couldn’t believe my luck; first I get to fuck Neha and now she wants it up the ass! She stood up and pulled me to my feet, turning around she spread her legs and bent over the. We use to be best friends up until that point but i have not seen or talked to her since.I laughed and asked her why i have not seen her in about 9 years.She replied, "Awww I'm so sorry honey i miss how close we use to be, which is why i called. I know you are on your break right now and I just bought a shore house and was wondering if you wanted to come for a week to visit?"I told her I'd love to and we decided that I would drive to her house by tomorrow. Although it was short notice and a. There were a few people there including a middle aged man by himself that was trying not to make it obvious that he was staring at my legs and feet. I slowly crossed and uncrossed my legs, switching sides to get him going. He was gazing downward at my feet too so I slipped off my heels and rubbed my feet together. I think the poor guy was about to have an orgasm! What a little tease I am! “Jessica” I hear the nurse call out. I slipped my heels back one, grabbed my purse and followed her back….