She smiled at me, again. It was the type of smile that I learned to be afraid of as a kid. That radar that tells a mother just what is going on in her...child's mind. Or any child's mind.Too bad all men are somewhere still children.I adjusted the screen away from her and continued to type away at nothing. Or is it not type away at anything. I know, for certain, it is not "not type away at nothing."Anyway, back to the story.After a time, I finished the not-latte, and the not-story finished me.. He threw Khan aside with almost contemptuousease. As Khan got to his feet the concern on his face was plain for allto see. With that one move Spock had demonstrated he was the strongerand faster of the two. Khan feinted, drawing Spock in, then lashed out,his hand flat, slashing it across Spock's chest as if it was a blade.And just as a blade would it drew blood, a thin red line appearing. Khangrinned triumphantly, as if this move had given him the edge in theircombat. He was quickly disabused. ”“Y...yes Sir,”I comply as he grasps the back of neck and holds me down. His finger slips into the elastic of my panties and pulls them down below my rump. I am bent over his sofa, naked from the waist up, and now with my pants at my ankles and panties down to my thighs. I feel so exposed, He now knows his effect on me, because my panties are soaked through.Chapter Three My breath is ragged as he holds me bent over his sofa. This man doesn’t play around. He kicks my ankles to get me to spread. " She looked down at her feet, reaching up to brush a lock of her long hair back and over her ear before demurely looking back up at me.Even though it didn't seem like she was still trying to seduce me, the effect was quite dramatic. One thing I'd noticed as the girls grew up was how beautiful they were becoming. The twins had our mother's almond eyes, just like Brandi, although their irises were a slightly lighter shade that seemed to glow with an inner brightness. Their hair, too, was a.