Down deep — deeper than Ronnie could reach, but feeding from Ronnie’s every movement…Harder and Harder he manipulated my clitoris… Faster and...Faster his tongue darted inside me, and soon, it, too was replaced by the roughened fingers of his other hand. I could feel a scratching sensation from his rough skin, but it still felt so good.. the pain of the scratches hurt in a good-hurt kinda way, and the heat from that hurt brought that warm, powerful feeling up higher and higher in me, until my. "Hi," she said with an overly big smile."Hi," I replied suspiciously because of the smile.Mia and I grew up with each other and played with each other when we were young but once we hit middle school we lost interest in interacting with each other. It wasn't that we didn't like each other anymore. We were civil and cordial. We simply became apathetic about each other. We were just neighbors now and all we did was say "hi" when we saw each other. It was no big deal. I didn't feel like I was. That was only one shock that seeing my "father" brought with him. Theother came when I overheard my "father" ask the doctor about, in hiswords, 'the hero who had rescued' me from my attacker.I started to have a very bad feeling. I still held out hope that this wassome bizarre dream, that maybe everything since my accident was a productof a sleeping, or maybe injured, male, mind.But I couldn't help but think of the last image in my memory before theaccident - of stopping my car to help a. However, they remembered me after an eternity of lack of contact. I know a bit about swinging, and often couples who look for chicks as secondary partners, move to younger ones all the time. I was a good fuck then for both of them, but I thought I was history. What do the flowers mean? Hopefully, there will be a diary entry later if we manage a rendez-vous. And so, that would be the end of my week sexually, if the Rumanian girl, Neti who lives above my flat hadnt called round yesterday. She.