She leans down to kiss me, her tongue slipping around mine in time with her thrusts. Then she leans back, and begins to ride me faster, back and forth...now. Our bodies stay fused as the pace quickens to a rough bump and grind. Tina presses down upon me as I drive my hips upward, seeking and searching for the end of her, and hoping that I never find it. I’m watching Tina now. The way she has her back arched, head thrown back, and her hair streaming down. Her eyes are closed, but her mouth is. “You can never forgive me. You won’t even look at me.”“I did forgive you. I can forget, Donald. I will. I am looking at you, Donald. Please look at me.”“Your father won’t let me, Ann.”“Donald, my father is not me. I am not my father.”“Yes, yes, yes, the great Danny Thomas.”He’d waited for her to launch him. He pounced:“How does he introduce me, Ann? Let’s see,,, oh yeah, I got it:“And Ann’s power mower, (paramour) Donald Hollinger, a beat writer for a great metropolitan newspaper.”She used to. If you can hit the bell thing at the top we’ll stop and play some carnival games, if not, then we ride roller coasters the rest of the time we’re here, deal?” I didn’t even hesitate when I walked up to her and held out my hand. “Deal.” We walked over to the game and waited behind the few people in line already, the whole time the Ashleys were behind me laughing as if I already lost, but they were in for a surprise. All that yardwork and labor I did didn’t just make yards look nice, it also. But this time, he insisted I do the job of writing. So, with the help of my hubby, this is my first submission in ISS.One of my closest childhood friends was getting married, and we both were invited to the marriage. A day before, we attended her mehendi ceremony. I didn’t prefer mehendi much. But as per the bride’s wish, I put mehendi on my forearms and feet and sun around my navel.Till midnight we enjoyed ourselves a lot and returned home. I came back from the parlor on the wedding day. I.