She moved over to cup it and tease the nipple with her fingers as I gasped with pleasure. She started to move her hand further down my body, to stroke...my hip and move inward, between my legs. "Wait," I whispered; it was moving too fast. I needed a minute to catch my breath. We sat still for a moment. I could feel her heart beating in sync with my own. Finally, trembling, I whispered again, "My turn." I pushed her back a little, against the pillows at the end of the sofa. I put my hand on her. But I wanted more: I had the desire to buzz her down to number 2. I wanted to see her skin ! Unfortunately, I've never managed to convince Linda to cut her hair shorter than number 4. She said that it would look bald. The only exception was once when we went to the barbershop and the nasty barberette decided that a number 4 buzzcut means number 4 on top down to number 2 on the sides and back. I was in heaven, but Linda was upset. As a result, we never went back to that barbershop any more. We. She thanked me once again and game a small peck on my cheek. That’s it, now can any Man sleep after getting such a thanks from a hot chick. I just lied down on my birth and before you know we had reached Bangalore when we reached Kalasipalayam for the final stopping me and my Manager got an auto and from then on life went as usual on last Wednesday I got a call from an unknown number and when I picked up it was a receptionist from an MNC here at Bangalore. Man, her voice was damn sexy, she. "But she seems nice. Maybe a little spacey. Is she havingsome problems or something?" She's just a little... confused right now. Going throughsome stuff. You know." MmmmHmmm. And you want to 'mother' her. You've always careda lot about your friends. Go ahead and call her - you'llworry yourself to death until you do."Cathy grinned, enjoying his implied compliment. She reachedfor the phone and punched in Robyn's number. When Gregshifted around, preparing to get out of bed, she shook herhead and.