I walked over and sat on the couch. I made a point of taking off my blazer revealing a tight lace blouse that displayed my well shaped and sized breas...s for him to see. My new lacy bra clearly showed my large, dark, hard nipples. I could tell he was looking. He had seen those breasts naked many, many times. I crossed my legs, which allowed my skirt to hike up showing him that I had no hose and no panties on. I think his eyes fell out of his head. I could see that the bulge in his pants was. Not by anyone else, but by him. There was something in him that she craved, like shed known him forever. Her ability to be completely open to her desires, and the level of his desires that she so easily understood, and connected with. Yet, at the same time he was a stranger to her. She wanted to feel every part of him, inside and out. She wanted more than he could ever give her, and she knew that, so she tried to fight her feelings. Her moral obligations kept her grounded, and she fought the. Or you could try. Your fingers beginning to dance. They slowly tickle up her side, back and forth until the friction causes you to make your choice. You move your hand up to her breast. Your thumb finds her nipple and she sighs and shivers. You groan and press your mouth into hers hard, tasting the sad bitter tears.I turn onto my back and remove all my clothing. I feel free now. Depressed and alone, but free. My hands glide all over my body. They pale in comparison to yours. I try to keep. ”“I thought it was cool.”“Well, I don’t even remember that anymore. This is something new.”“What’s it called?” Tommy asked.Lara hesitated, glancing at me. “Oh, um ... I’m not sure yet.”I was looking at the other paper that sat on the couch between us, and shivered. Written at the top was a clear title. Masks.“But never mind, it’s hardly anything yet,” Lara added, quickly folding up the papers and returning them to her pocket. “Let’s play something. Muireann, where’s your violin?”“Oh, it’s over.