These are the pivotal moments that you look back on, years later, and ask yourself, 'what was I thinking'? Hell, I was already forming that question i... my mind as I wrapped my lips around the answer."My friend is a girl. Her name is Connie, and she goes to Stanford. I promised her that I'd come up and visit her this weekend. She's a freshman, and I'm the only friend she has from Fullerton, who can come up and spend some time with her. She might be a little bit homesick. She's never been away. Sitting in this city's cafe, I see several couples holding hands, touching, looking lovingly and appreciably at each other. My mind wanders on what they are thinking about. Could it be possible that two persons in love could think in the same way? Many people will disagree but I have a different view to offer. Of course this view doesn't apply to all cases at all times but it has some truth in it.Let us consider imaginary M & S.M is a beautiful young woman local to the city we are in while S is. She had become rather popular on a network social media site due to the combination of her modeling post and her sexy tattooed body. Since she had gained a following of over five hundred she never had to look far for an admirer. One particular guy caught her eye and soon they were texting back and forth. What started out as a friendship with tattoos in common turned into a online romantic adventure. One cold Sunday Gail's husband Jon went to work on his off road vehicle at his dad's house. Gail. Her green eyes widened. “Oh, you are kissing the ghost hard. And look at your tits. They're just floating as she plays with them. Oh, wow, she's pinching your nipples. I think she loves your big tits.”Yoshiko broke the kiss with Sayuri. “Yes,” she panted, pussy clenching on the ghost's dick. “Oh, Sayuri-chan, fuck me while I fuck Lori. I love this.”“Uh-huh,” Lori moaned, rocking back into Yoshiko's thrusts.Friction burned through the Japanese futanari's body. Her cock and pussy both grew warm.