She is wearing a plaid skirt and black shirt her long blonde hair down to her ass. She invites me in and I am nervous she asks if i want a glass of wa...er and I say "yes." She brings me one and we go into her room. My heart is pounding now I decide i should push her onto the bed and make out with her. I push her she lands on her back on the bed I dive on top of her and make out with her. She embraces me and moans slight as we kiss I run my hand along her side. She pushes me off her sits up and. This meant coming in, about once a year, for a week of inpatient testing. I didn’t always fit the system. For example, when they did a magnetic resonance imaging (MRI) study of my heart, with some special computer processing, their computers crashed. They had left the intercom open, and, after listening to them curse at the machine, I called out some possible fixes. Once they figured out that the patient was kibitzing, they questioned me, agreed I knew what I was talking about, and we worked. She grabs my hand and leads me to the edge of the bed. “Lay down on your stomach, I need to get a few things ready….no peeking.” I do as I am told and pull the covers back, exposing the crisp white sheets. I move one knee, and then the other onto the bed positioning myself face down in the middle of the king sized bed. My curiosity is piqued. What the hell is she doing? I wonder. “I told you no peeking.” “Yes I am sorry, you did.” I mumble. I hear her rustling through her suitcase. My mind. "One that might even become real." As her face approached his, he added, "I think I can already feel it taking shape." "I hope so," she breathed before their lips merged. His arms around Carolyn, Tim stroked her back as their kiss grew in passion, running his hands down to knead her waist and butt. She held him tightly to her. Suddenly, she detached herself, sat back, and pulled her top over her head, exposing her thin white bra. She pressed herself back against him, hands working at the.