A face full of freckles, and the physique of stick. No tits, no hips, and no butt. Thank god that all changed." Boy ... did it ever!" he chuckled, pul...ing her to him once more, his hands squeezing her fully developed muscular backside."Keep 'Big Red' to yourself, okay? I'd just as soon forget those days. They were no fun." I promise. Just the same, you are a big woman and you do have beautiful red hair. It'll be hard to keep that promise but I'll try." Why do I think you're putting me on?". Most of the kids never talked to her anyway because she usually just melted into the background. She didn’t bother anyone and no one bothered her. Emily didn’t mind so much because she was so shy that the thought of making friends made her nervous. She was only allowed to read school text books and the bible, and anything else was strictly forbidden, which was where Emily’s one rebellion lay. Books were her passion, she loved the thought of far off lands and adventure, but she could only. I was wondering if you wanted to come over? We could just hang out or something?" I asked. I was so nervous waiting for her response. She smiled, and quickly said, "Yes." I was surprised at how quickly she said it. I think I was the first person to ask her to hang out since she moved here. That day went well. We hung out for a couple hours. Just talking about our lives, but mostly hers. I found out she moved here with her grandma after her mother passed away. She also told me she didn't have. The ice cubes slowly melted, sending rivulets of water running off me, prickling my skin. His breath was hot on my pussy lips, and his finger probed between them slowly, cold against my heat, then bitterly cold as he slipped an ice cube into me. I shuddered, gasping, and thrashed, throwing ice all over the bed. Michael laughed, calming me with his hands, and I moaned as the conflicting sensations ran through me. My inner workings clenched against the ice, fighting against the cold, but the heat.