...You: as you can tell I'm already hardStranger: thats how i like itYou: what are you wearing?Stranger: my panties and a shirtYou: not a lot to take ...ff thenStranger: thats the pointYou: i can see your nipples throught the shirt....niceStranger: yeahYou: those panties look moistStranger: they areYou: come closer let me touch themStranger: sureYou: hmm niceStranger: thxYou: i run my hands under your shirt and tweek your nipplesStranger: and i moan as you rub themYou: i move my hands to your ass. This was frustrating to me, I knew other guys girlfriends were a lot more sexually driven then mine. I wanted to do something special for her when I got back home so I tried to plan something sexual. When I flew back to Arizona I drove to see her immediately because I couldn’t wait to see her. I planned on asking her to marry me as soon as I got out of school the following year. When I got to her house I wanted to surprise her so I didn’t tell her I was coming. When I finally got. It’ll get there tomorrow.’ ‘Tomorrow?’ she exclaimed. ‘But-but-but you can’t! It’s not fair.’ ‘Life isn’t fair sweetheart, and neither is the postal service.’ Gemma took a deep breath in and then exhaled. She leaned forward across the counter, letting her cleavage spill forward out of her shirt. She looked up at the mail clerk and spoke slowly as though he were a simpleton. ‘Look. You know he can’t read minds and I know he can’t read minds. But look at the state of me… Does it look like I can. The movement of the truck was different, the speed was slower. The rear door opened. There was light. A fork lift pulled off crates. Megyn waited in apprehension. A black drop cloth was thrown over her crate and the crate was lifted, Megyncould not see what was happening, where she was. Megyn heard voices as the crate was set down. Shouting, laughing, the crate was rocked backand forth. No No, now what. There were dogs barking. The barking got louder and louder. The cloth was pulled.