“And thank you for spending time with me on the lunch hour, after I couldn't focus at work all morning, just remembering this morning, remembering y...u, remembering how it felt to finally touch that very special part of you - and to have you so sweetly and so gently and so lovingly touching my most secret and most sacred places. How could I work, remembering you, remembering us, remembering the joy you brought me this morning… over and over and OVER again? Lunch with you today really helped me. My head thrown back now in abandonment, his fingers taking advantage where they could. His fingers weren't practiced but they were keen. I'd always been a fan of avidness and he was proving to be less selfish than I'd imagined. In fact, he was proving to be quite the giver under my command. "Harder!" I cried wildly now, my face unrecognisable in comparison to the one he'd met just a few hours ago. Miss Goody Two Shoe's proverbial clit was swelling as we accepted the fate that was our growing. Billy Ray was relieved no lights were on inside the house. He figured it was about time something went right.A shallow ditch, a line of low hedge, and a fair-sized front yard separated the house from the asphalt road. They stumbled across the ditch then tripped over the hedge but soon recovered and found what looked like a good spot. As instructed, they laid the cross flat on the ground and then poured on five gallons of diesel from Hardaway’s can.Lester had barely gotten started when the. “Well, from the look on her face, little Brianna got more than she bargained for last Saturday,” Mrs. S laughed.“Yeah, I think young Mr. Walkam may have ventured a little further inland, if you knew what I mean, than Brianna expected during a slow dance,” Mr. Sullivan chuckled.“Noooo!” Tina exclaimed.“Oh! My! God! He ... she didn’t!” Tempe shouted as she put her hands over her mouth in surprise.“Well, if you dance with the devil, you may get burned a time or two,” Mrs. Sullivan replied through.