Sometimes I think I was born in the wrong time, because I can't relate to “bitches” and “drive-bys” and I don't feel the urge to wear diamond ...arrings. The whole hip hop culture is like a foreign object to me. It just doesn't fit. Even listening to it is pure torture for me. Music is something you create with your own hands with the help of an instrument, not something you let a computer create. Real music just melts into your thoughts. At some point the lyrics and melody just become a. How do you like it? Look at the compactmodel I ended up in!Whatever I said, as soon I mention the name, Creivie Point, he will knowwho I am to him. That name is a deeply stabbed, subconscious trigger forus all, but I don't know if I dare trigger it in him.DWhen I get to my room the clock shows 11pm and the hours since my alarmsounded this morning drag at every step. As much I like my heels,getting my feet flat brings a sigh of relief as I wiggle my toes againstthe carpet. I hang my skirt and. I motioned for you to come in and then I shut the door and before it could slam behind you I grabbed you and laid a hot passionate fiery kiss upon your mouth. You could feel the intensity in my lips and complimented them back with the same passion. I could tell that you hungered for me as I did you. We moved to the couch where you began removing my clothing as you picked me up and laid me gently on the soft cushions. You stood up long enough to remove your own parcels of cloth and then picked. This time Anita formed one of her hands into a wedge, all the fingers gathered together. She then wormed her cunt open, coaxing the beginning of her tremendous fucking tool up inside her cunt.Diane couldn't see just what her friend was doing, but she could see the satisfied, then pained, expressions that passed over Anita's face. Her own pussy was heating up. She continued to fuck two fingers in and out of herself, her tight cunt creating a satisfying drag on her insides.The smell of cunt was.