The same goes for her full and plump lips, but while her eyes, much like their mothers, could also mean your demise, her lips are the promise of passi...nate kisses and mischievousness in its most naughty variant.Oh, if I didn’t love this universe already, I’d be head over heels now, Lyonel thought to himself and wondered if his “sister” had inherited the susceptibleness to “close familial relationships” his “mother” was prone to. It’s a long way from Kings Landing to Winterfell and he vowed to. I swallowed again. Whatever was stuck in my throat wouldn't go down."Bobby?"It was obvious she expected me to answer her. When you're a kid, you don't face away from an adult and talk, so the natural inclination was to turn and face her. But I had this mondo boner, which I knew was about to burst out of my pants, so, when I turned, I lowered the painting to cover it up.Bad idea.Imagine yourself as a young man, seventeen for a whole month, who has just seen the naked woman he'd give a finger and. "You and I need to have a little chat, young man, about some unfinished business. I expect you to visit me at my house this afternoon at exactly 1pm- he handed me a neatly folded piece of paper. Tell anyone who asks, that you offered to cut my grass. I strongly encourage you to consider what the consequences might be if you fail to show." His facial expression was deadly serious. With that he turned around and got into a nice looking Lincoln and drove away. Still stunned, I looked at the. "So, this is your fiancee, Christi, the famous torture mouse." MMMMMuuuuuuffffffff." Do you like the 'candy' I brought you, torture mouse?"Christi shook her head "yes." Kathy could see beads of sweat rolling down her face in the flickering light."That's good," the voice smiled. "I've brought some sharpened knitting needles to skewer your breasts with later." OOOOhhhhhhh, goooooooooooodddddtttthhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" Michael," Kathy pleaded, "won't you let me see you?"There was no reply. Instead, she.