“i love you, I am yours.” and later we both had a bath together and had normal fuck sessions 4 times in different positions among them I asked her...to ride me ,that was the best view of breast of a women,that a men can get,She was shouting like hell during this course as this position is new to her and for me too,she don’t like to take my dick to her mouth,so I respected her decision,but she want to taste that too,so I got a idea and placed dairy milk on my dick and inserted in her mouth ,she. She dropped the bottle between us on the bed and I realised it was empty."What are you doing?" I quizzed."Duh," she answered. "Spin the bottle!"Had I had a mouthful of beer I would've spat it out in shock. "What?" I asked in disbelief."You know, spin the bottle. If it lands on you, you have to take off a piece of clothing."I knew the rules, very clearly. I had often imagined this very game with Katie. I was now starting to think I had passed out and this was just a very pleasant alcohol induced. The two talked as Wesley continued drawing, marking off sections within the section with additional pieces of string.“You drew the string from Spring to Autumn and Summer to Winter,” Pol commented, surprising Wesley. “And the star is aligned to those directions.” Wesley looked at his sketch and again at the star in the center of the rostrum. He had drawn from a different position, but when he moved to what was obviously the base of the star he saw that the arms definitely stretched parallel to. I had never laughed with anyone the way I did with her and no one had ever listened to me the way she did. We had met at a drawing class at the community college. She was filling a requirement, I was killing time. “I’m old enough to be your father.” “You’re thirty-one. My father’s forty-six.” “Biologically,” I explained. “I was twelve the year you were born.” She raised an eyebrow skeptically. “What difference does it make?” “Carmen, you’re awesome. But I was in a relationship with an older.