He was looking at the front of his pants, at his traitorous penis, though Prudence didn’t know that. She looked to see what he was talking about, co...fused and off balance.“Connie said she’s marry me!“ he yipped.Then she was crushed to him again, and it happened all over again. This time, when he pushed her back, his face was bright red.“Sorry!” he yipped. “I have to control that!”Then he was whirling and heading away from her.He left the front door open in his haste to leave.Clancy was. She was standing with her head thrown back, just missing the shower stream. I looked down at her body. My dick was slightly in contact with her ass but it was nothing sexual. Yet.I pulled her back a little to rinse the shampoo off her hair, which brought her whole body in contact with mine. She let out a low gasp when I bit her earlobe teasingly. I let my hands roam down her shoulders, then her hands. It was like I was washing her, just without the soap. I let my hands roam on her back and then. My biggest regret was that our most intimate moment was also gone like it never happened. I wanted Michael so badly that I could still taste his sweat. But the fear in Ghammal’s eyes haunted me. My love for Michael was put on hold again. That was how we got here, waiting for Ghammal. Now I remembered the parcel. Rummaging through my backpack I looked for the package to make sure it is still there. Ghammal didn’t show and it was now close to eleven. The traffic couldn’t be that bad this early. And out. The car’s digital clock showed three in the morning in glowing green numerals on the dash. ‘Should have had more coffee,’ she lifted her foot up, letting the car move into drive, ‘not much long . . . AH!!’ Hit the brakes. She could see the naked woman in her rear mirror, the dark outline of the woman’s smooth curves slowly drifting into sight, before disappearing back into shadow. Julia felt a primal desire to slam the gas, but ignored it. Her car door clicked as Julia stepped out, her.