He looks at me as I walk past, not saying a word. "Um, excuse me," I say tentatively. He stops and doesn't even turn around. "What?" "Um, well, my...car isn't working, do you think you could maybe give me a jump?" "Do you have cables?" he asks, still not turning around. "Yeah, yeah I do, and I can get it done real fast, thank you so much." "Where are you parked?" "I'm over there, the red Corolla." Without turning around he walks over to his big truck and climbs in. I have no idea if he. As I walked up the stairs again I noticed that weird feeling between my legs, some kind of humidity and stickiness I couldn't really understand but I also remember thinking that it felt good in a way, I felt my heart racing again at the thought of looking at that dirty magazine. As I closed the door and locked it behind me I could not hold my excitement at the thought of finding out the secrets this magazine held.I got the magazine out of my underwear drawer and I sat on the floor with my back. I haven’t danced that much in a while. I can’t feel it right now, but I bet every muscle in my body will be burning tomorrow.”The pair supported each other as they stumbled through the house to the bathroom, and then helped keep each other upright as they undressed and sank into the tub. Christine turned it on and let out a languid moan as the jets caressed her body.“Oh, that’s nice,” Angie sighed, and then let her bottom slip forward as she leaned back. Her eyes popped wide open and she let. He wanted her to feel the side of his body against her skin, feel the harder planes, the rougher texture as a counterpoint to her own sweetness. Her breasts were full and heavy against his hands. His fingers and mouth playing an intricate duet over them, the calluses of his fingers catching on the satin of her skin before the heat of his mouth soothed away the aggravation. Her hips began to move in rhythm with melody and sensation, and it was hard not to answer the silent plea. But he wanted.