As I jogged down the streets to the bank a lot of things were running through my head. Should I be doing this? Are we actually going to do it? Was it ...ust talk?To be honest I thought it was just dirty talk and I was gonna call her bluff, but I had a semi in my jeans and I was going for it!The taxi was there waiting as planned. I jumped in the back. She looked really excited to see me, she said "This is my toy boy" to the driver as she rubbed my chest and grabbed my arms "look at his. Even before I open my eyes, my body is responding to your closeness. My nipples wake up before the rest of my body. From soft, pink cherries they slowly grow into hard red cherries aching to be touched. I can feel a soft twitching in my pussy as my mind stirs from its dreams and realises you are lying next to me. Something I have dreamt about night after night. An overwhelming desire to touch myself to feel my wetness caused by having you asleep next to me. I don't want to wake you. (Well not. I looked over at two very tomboyish looking girls, maybe 20 or so and they sat away from eveyone. "Yeh, they are les." I thought to myself. I walked to them, "Hey, I am Teresa, you guys not social" I said. "Karen," one said and she shook my hand and then said, "Dana" motioning to the other. I hugged her making sure to press against her. "So you don't mix with folks" I asked again. "Well," said Karen, "It is that they don't want to mix with us." I looked at them and they were examining me up and. Ebima kept himself calm, letting no emotion whatsoever flow into his uneasy bastion of tranquility. He let his father study him, searching for a react to use against him. But alas, he found nothing. Lord Alexander scoffed and resumed pulling on his clothes. “You will have sentiments to this human no longer,” He declared as he stood, fully dressed. “Should you bring him here again, it will be as a slave, or I swear to you on your Mother's grave, he will be a corpse.” The finality and severity.