Her tears had dried – there was nothing more in her. All that was left, was to end it. ‘To you, Love…’ she whispered, as she placed the blade ...n her right wrist. ~ ~ ~ The cold grey light of dawn crept upon the crumpled figure in the corner. She sat with her head on her drawn up knees, her hair around her fallen head in lush waves. Her arms were wrapped loosely around her legs, the blade still clutched tightly in her left hand. The black shirt had slipped from one of her shoulders, baring it to. I think it is normal to have a peek. But recently things have started getting more intense, I have found I also enjoy a bit of exhibitionism.Half a year ago I moved into a new apartment, on the top floor and I have never thought I could have such views from there. Too see a glimpse of someone in the window of opposite apartment is interesting and curious, but it seems to far...However since the warm weather things started to get really interesting in the apartment below. I have a direct view. I sucked on it and lapped it with my tongue. Normaly my saliva would have been soaked up by the material, but Amy was so wet my spittle made hardly a difference. As my lips and tongue touched her most sensitive spot she bucked her hips and thrashed around under me. I lifted my head up"Did you just cum Amy?" I asked."Oh god, I did, and it was incredible, so much better than when I finger my clit." Amy, have you fucked yourself with anything? is your hyman still intact?" No, I have never put. "Let's see what you got."They ran through it. The opening consisted of both guitars playing the palm-muted power riff while the drums and bass settled into the beat. And then the guitars fell silent, leaving only the rap-style backbeat of the bass and drums. Jake began to sing. The lyrics were basically about wanna-be musicians who did not have enough talent to move beyond club gigs, about how they could get the barest taste of the big time but knew they would never reach it. The emotion of the.