You name it, and the insult applies to me. And now? I just wanted the chance to say I'm sorry. And I am, Sierra. I know I will sound like the biggest ...diot you can imagine, but I wasn't actually trying to break things off with you. I was so absorbed in my own stupid feelings that I didn't realise what that would look like to you, what not trusting you would do to you. And now, all I can do is be here and hope that I can somehow, eventually, undo what I did."I turned away, speaking softly over. Her head slowly rose as her eyes gradually opened and she smiled as she looked into Roger’s eyes as she told him, “Damn!! That is some good pot…” Roger smiled knowing the strong Mojitos had worked and he laughed as he told her, “I can tell you are enjoying it.” He spread his legs further apart as her hand slid down over his balls. His head slowly feel back and he moaned as CJ gently caressed them. As her hands fumbled with his belt bucket, she held his eyes as she softly spoke, “Yeah… it makes. He called out at the top of voice, "Tickets and passes from Garswood, please."~Don ran out of Lime Street station and crossed the dual carriage way in front of the majestic St Georges Hall. He usually strolled down the cobble boulevard to soak up the Victorian grandeur of central Liverpool, but today he felt in a hurry and sprinted all the way to the campus.Inside the empty lecture theatre, Don sat on the back row. He'd deliberately arrived early so he could take note of any potential. Just let it be," I said, while protecting my genitals with my hands."No, I can't let it be. I have to do this. Move your hands and let me hold you again. Come on, that's it. Oh yes, I can feel it getting hard again. First comes the pain and now comes the pleasure. Trust me. Close your eyes and let my hand give you pleasure. I know, you love the feel of my hand."She continued her slow deliberate stroking and with her lips against my ear she continued her hypnotic whispering, "Just lie still..