I slowly shrug my shoulder up to meet his lips. I feel his warm lips on my skin, it's heaven, but he's not kissing my skin. Why wont he kiss my skin? ...efore I finish asking myself the question I feel his lips slowly brush up my shoulder and towards my neck...there is no pressure where I feel those lips grazing my skin. Only a soft, light, almost tickling feeilng. My skin is on high alert, enjoying this feeling and wanting more. My skin slowly, torturingly, forms goosebumps all over my body,. And I want you to take her whenever you feel like.Vaishali: why.Me: I don’t know. Just for my sadistic pleasure.Vaishali: haah!. You said there are girls before me and there will be after me, that you have in your life. Who are they.Me: that I am not going to disclose to you darling. Just know that I have had a few girls and they are as committed to me as you are.I then push a finger in asshole which is now easier as earlier I had put my thumb in to her ass and now, it was also lubricated by. " No, I'm good," she said.She was, too. She was fine. She birdied that first hole and sliced and diced the front nine for four under at the turn. Nobody else in her foursome was even playing par golf.Things got a little hairier on the back nine. Her lack of sleep was starting to take a toll. She gave back a stroke on thirteen, and carded a couple of listless pars on the next two holes -- including a long Par Five that, normally, she would have expected to birdie with some ease.Waiting at the. And, Helen’s husband was once again going through a jealous, suspicious phase. In addition, I was very busy with work during the months of January and February.Funny how life sometimes just happens. That is to say, our life’s journey is made more interesting by surprises, moments of serendipity, the unexpected and unexplained. Indulge me. The weather in Houston this time of year, March, is mercurial to say the least. One day, the high temperature is in the upper thirties, the next in the.