I don’t need another notch in my bedpost, and I’m sure you don’t either. Neither of us operate that way. If we do something, we should be buildi...g on some kind of intimacy we’ve built between the two of us. It doesn’t need to be the romantic ‘I’m yours forever’ kind of emotions, but it should be ‘I want you as a very good long-term friend’ intimacy – and I’m not talking about sex.“Society lumps sexual, romantic, and friendship intimacy all into the same bucket. To me, they are vastly. He jumped when she said, “Would you like to fix the salad? I’ve got lettuce that should be used before it goes limp. The tomatoes will last a day or two, but I’d like to add them to the salad. We might as well use them before they go bad.”“Okay,” Jack said. He looked at the small packages of yogurt that were on the counter. He didn’t like yogurt, but knew they’d go bad without refrigeration. He asked, “What are you going to do with the yogurt?”“I guess I’ll eat them tonight,” Abby answered. She. I WILL WALK YOU THROUGH THE HOUSE ALWAYS ON ALL FOUR AND YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO LOOK INTO MY EYES EVER. IF YOU EVER STRAY FROM THIS I WILL USE MY FLOGGER ACROSS YOUR BACK......AND IT HAS THREE BEADS AT THE END OF EVERY STRING. SO YOU WILL FEEL EVERY STRIKE. WHILE ON ALL FOUR I WANT TO HAVE YOU ON A LEASH FACING THE FLOOR THE WHOLE TIME, BECAUSE YOU ARE BENEATH ME. I WANT TO SIT ON YOUR BACK AND RIDE YOU AROUND THE HOUSE WITH MY HOT WET PUSSY PRESSING AGAINST YOUR SKIN AND WITH EVERY MOVEMENT. "Really?" she asked, her curiosity rising."Mmm yes!" Gina laughed. "In fact, my sexy little wood nymph, I'd let you pee in my mouth and I'd drink every drop and then lick you clean when you finished!"That statement sent a perverse thrill down Leslie's spine and into her already aroused pussy. She didn't know why this conversation about urine was having such a wickedly sexy effect on her, but it was, and she was at least partially enjoying it."Have you ever done that, before?" the teenager.