For some reason, I get a little defensive about the passion level of my work. Although I pride myself on being distant, on being logical and examining...issues from many angles, I also know that my essays and articles are filled with the passion that I feel towards a particular subject. It’s the one praise that is often used to describe my work, whether positively or not. ‘My essays can be pretty passionate!’ ‘Yes,’ you explained, patiently. I marveled at his ability at keeping an even tone in. Myself: Hi Abigail. I am feeling a bit lonely for quite some time. There was a girl whom I thought would indulge in exchanging bodily fluid with me. Now I want you to play her part.Abigail: Nothing would please me more, my dear (winks).I introduced myself to Abigail and quickly gave her a brief description of the recent affairs in my life. She understood my requirement and prepared herself for the role-playing.Abigail: Sofia, I think we should take a break now. We have been studying for the. She looked at me with want and desire, with passion and lust. She looked at me like she wanted me. Sliding my hands down my body I slipped them into my panties and pushed them down my body, letting them linger at my ankles for a short time before kicking them off to the side. Her eyes quickly found my wet pussy and she licked at her luscious lips once again. “You want this?” I asked her. “Yes.” She answered eagerly. “Yes what?” I coaxed my head to the side. “Yes Mistress, I want that.” She. Dad mentioned, “You’re still awake? I’d be sawing logs after doing what you two accomplished. I won’t bother you sitting here and eating my pizza, will I?”“That’s your spot, Pop – what did everybody sign up for, listing wise?” I asked.“Well, the million-dollar house was originally listed at a full 10%, but to make the deal; I gave up half a point. That makes the commission...”“Just over $92,000 – or $23,000 per split?” I said, calculating quickly in my head.“Stuart, how the hell did you do that.