She was on her side, her breasts not even sagging but firm, her stomach was flat, with a 'innie' button, her mound was trimmed and the silky hairs jus... covering the slit of her cunny, I looked at her hip, but she was lying on the scar so that I couldn't see it.She started to realize what I was trying to do, "I'm sorry", she said, "But I've had this scar since I was young, I've always been ashamed of it, I was out playing when I was seven, I fell over some bricks and onto a saw somebody had left. I am sure she must have felt the same. The warmth of her body on my thighs was getting to start to create tension in me.While she was playing with my hair and I was lost in her eyes. It was magical, it was a bond, and we were lost in each other unaware of the place. The smell of her skin got me excited below my belt, she felt it and gave a naughty smile to me.She wanted me badly, so she took over the situation and went a little rough over me, she pulled my hair back sexily and planted a deep. I had not spoken to my parents in over three weeks and they had not called either. The old man had told me time and again if I quite school he would disown me and I guess he meant it. It was Labour Day weekend and going home to my tiny room Saturday was a real downer!Monday morning, when I was called to the phone her voice made me jump!"Hi there, I was thinking of maybe an afternoon by the pool if you are free to come over? I will come by at say noon or so to pick you up, how does that sound?"I. A quick wash, a soothing pipeful of histobacconist's most excellent rough-cut blend while his EdisonPhonograph played Johann Sebastian Bach's Concerto for TwoViolins, and fifteen minutes reading the classics (Sophocles'Antigone in the original Greek) before reaching for his bedsidegas lamp. Except tonight, rather than reaching for the gas lamp, Holmesreached for the hypodermic needle. From his meticulousresearches, Holmes had determined that the now-highlyconcentrated cocaine solution would.