”I looked at him. He was starring at me. He didn’t say anything. I turned back away from him and took another sip. We began talking after a moment... and then another drink came. Time went by and we drank more, and talked about everything I loved talking about. He was interested in football, and we talked some baseball. We talked about politics, and he actually seemed interested in what I was saying. Before I knew I was drunk. I struggled off the seat towards him, and did stumble a bit, which he. She sat back down and Clive asked her to put her leg back over the arm of her chair and carry on where she had left off and amazingly she found herself doing as he asked. He sat on the edge of the desk opposite giving her instructions all of which she obeyed, pulling her panties to one side and finger fucking herself while telling him how it felt, licking her fingers, whatever he asked her to do she did.He sat there watching her play with herself for a few minutes before moving slowly toward. ..(*Anne-Mal) Oh my! You're a Pastry Girl!(ehayes) Eh? I've been called a lot of things in life...(*Anne-Mal) A Pastry Girl is one of Bash's female 'friends' who kiss and tell! You have to read the hyperboard!(BillHart) Good night all!(*Anne-Mal) Anyone want to leave a message about The Professors stories before I close the log!(ehayes) It's good to see someone else making the effort to write GOOD LITERATURE that has T* themes.(Sir_Lee) Well, I guess I'm going too. I'll be back tomorrow for the. Bo was curled up in a corner with his eyes never leaving his mistress. It got dark and the storm became what is called a Northeaster. Buck guess that the wind was at least fifty, and he could hear the sound of heavy snow hitting the tent. Buck warmed up and his mind wandered. He laughed to himself thinking that he was naked, skin to skin, with a woman that he had no idea of what her name was, and had not even taken a look at her face. He noted the change in her breathing and her body was much.