He was not kind enough to restrain her—to keep her from moving. He wanted her to break, to disobey. His eyes told her to misbehave, that he needed t... earn her submission. She whimpered as his fingers moved deeper, rougher.She wanted everything. She arched against his touch as his fingertips drew out a high-pitched whine from her throat. He chuckled and gripped her leg tighter, making sure she was spread wide and at least partially restrained—he was going to enjoy playing with her, pushing her. “Hey, Will!” yelled a female voice from high up in the bleachers.Will turned away from the field and squinted up, shielding his eyes against the sun. “Oh hey, Tracy,” he called back, waving with his free hand. “Donna, too.” He squinted. “Evan, is that you? Nice hat!”“Thanks, man!”His girlfriend gripped his hand tighter, prompting him to look down.She gave him a look with one eyebrow raised and gestured with her head.“No, they’re just a couple girls from the grade below us who I’ve talked to a. Mujhe hug kiya or kisss krne lagi paglo ki tarah maine bhi pura saath diya hamne pure 20 min smooch ki . Fir hate wo mere liye cake bhi layi thi idhar bhi sab tyaar tha room me baloons bed par flowers poora honeymoon set tyaar tha wo ye sab dekh ke hairaan ho gayi or khush bhi hamne cake cut kiya ek doosre ko thora lgaya or khaya wo boht khush thi bas use ye nahi pta tha aaj kya hoga uske saath aise hi ham . Fir kha pee kar bed par let gye wo meri baaho me thi mai uske cheeks par kiss kiya ja. And the song was too,” I said.Her giggle was quite satisfying.We finished our brunch, and I went back to work on the Firefighter set. I put on my ear buds and listened again to each of the emotionally charged 911/fire-related pieces of music.“The Dying Firefighter” needs to be sung by a male. Probably either John Mitchell or Jeff Newman.“The Firefighters Song” could be a duet or possibly two males and a female. The best blending girl I have is Nancy Newman, with maybe Peter and James. I have.