I see you taking my around-the-world crown away from me, beating me in a flashcard game in the first grade at stupid 6+9. I see you looking at me with...pity in your eyes when I broke my chin open on the playground in fourth grade, blood oozing from my hands raised to my chin while everyone else went on playing. I see us falling on our asses iceskating in sixth grade. I see our bouts with alcohol, social stigmas, censorship, money, families. I see myself lying in your arms after I wrecked my car. Your fingers rough as they worked between the slick folds and against my erect clit. I cried out, your mouth the only thing keeping the sound to a minimum, as my hips bucked against your questing fingers. I ached for those same fingers to worm their way into my seeping hole and give me the slightest moment of relief, but no … that was not your plan at all. My own hands were not still, as the nails of my left hand raked harshly against your shoulder, while my right hand found the buttons of your. ” “Now I am sliding my hands under your tits and lifting them. So heavy in my palms. I bobble them up and down. Oh Jane, how nicely your boobs jiggle. It must have been long since someone’s hands touched them, held them and played with them.” “Oh yess James, yes. I long to be touched, and fondled. I ached for the feel of your strong, big hands grabbing and squeezing at my big titties. James, what are you doing to me. I have never felt this much heat in my body.” “Sexy Jane, just feel how I. "Good thinking, Nickolai, here is something to buy that pretty wife of yours a new dress."Harry passed him an envelope crammed with money stuffed inside. It was not as much as they used to make in the old days but it was a lot better than he made in the garage."Thanks, Harry; everything is costing a lot more these days. Any chance you can get me some whiskey for my wife's Slava party next week?"Harry looked at the rough looking hulk in the driver's seat. It was amazing how domestic life had.