And now, I take note of the things I'll miss by leaving. They are countless and immeasurable, all bearing entwined nuances that I can't quite wrap wor...s around. That's how I know they mean something. I think of earlier tonight...I could describe how every peak and valley of your bare skin is rippled with gooseflesh before any contact. It's as if your body is sensing moments that have yet to take place, reacting to a premonition of my knowing touch.I could describe the quiet gasp that escapes. Comments and suggestions are also welcome at the above email address.---Sarah CarerraBy AngelJedi(Released: October 19, 2009)Chapter 4 - Meet Megan Campbell, Teenage Girl (In Training)The rest of the afternoon was amazing! I'd never been in a sound studiobefore, but Scott seemed to have a way of putting me at ease. I don'tknow if I could have finished the CD without him there to help me getthrough it. He had me sing a couple more Hannah Montana songs, claiming that wewould probably be after the. I am a little bt shocked and intimidated and look at him with big eyes. He grabs the back of my head firmly with one hand and grabs his cock in the other. He presses the tip of his cock on my forehead and starts to draw lines of pre-cum on my forehead, around my eyes, on my lips and all over my cheeks. "Oh yeah...skullfuck that stupid whore" the guy on the cam says. He grabs my head and shoves his huge cock in one massive pulse straight into my little mouth. I gag and choke and gasp for air as. .. underneath said beautiful tree.Apparently he’d been awake for a while before me, because while I was still ... heaped ... he was sporting a festive green and red bathrobe, shower-wet, perfectly styled hair, and a pair of house slippers. And I was naked, I’d drooled on the expensive wool throw I was lying on, and there were Christmas tree branches weaved into my hair.Fantastic.I wanted to blame him; I had a full rant ready to go, but it was just vaguely possible the real culprit was the.