They were silent now, their thoughts focus on private things that neither were yet willing to share. Jack watched her through a side-glance and felt a...tight burning in his heart that he didn’t recognize. Of course he just done everything but strip her naked and rut her in the middle of the jungle, but he wasn’t willing to except that this sensation was based solely on sexual gratification. She was fiery, and fierce in her own way, and his respect for her was growing in leaps and bounds. She’d. My hand continues down to the waistband of his basketball shorts where I stop and look into his eyes. Fierce desire and lust flame through those bright eyes. This is going to be good. I slip my fingers into his shorts and see him swallow hard as my hand closes around his hardening cock. “Are you nervous yet?” I smile innocently at him. “Fuck this.” He replies and turns me so that I am jammed up against the door. His lips crush to mine and I am breathing really fast. I open my mouth to let his. The more I read, the more addicted I became. As I read, I realized I still knew very little of what was fact or fiction. I knew very little about what the people in the stories might be feeling and thinking. I decided I must do more research in order to write about all the situations the characters in my stories would encounter.About a month later. I was scheduled to go to Dallas for our companies winter fashion show. This year, do to the sagging economy, it was to be held in conjunction, with. Our house had three floors. On the first floor, there was a family on one side and the other room was used as our daddy’s office.One day my grandparents took my mom with them and went to their house. They would come back late. My elder sister was 3 years older than me, she comes home late from college because of the long bus journey. My younger brother was still studying in school, he had cricket practice and comes home only after that.One day, I reached my house as usual and sat inside my.