There was also me. Payal liked me. We talked on the phone. So many of our interests were similar. We now talked a lot on phone. She shared her happine...s and troubles. We were not a couple, though. We were good friends. As good a friend a boy and a pretty girl can be.Around the end of 1st year, I was totally smitten by her. I always thought about her. Remembered the moments she nonchalantly touched me. Her scent. Her shape. I masturbated thinking of her several times a day. We met very. Many years ago, Ruby had been a Sunday school teacher. She seemed to remember the crucifixion cross was hammered together from two lengths of poplar wood. The rope creaked again: a tortured sound. From where she had landed on her bony behind on the sloping riverbank, she stared up at the pendulous corpse. The moon hung behind him. He was a dark cut-out against the sky. A broken puppet on one string. Ruby could not see his twisted features but her nightmares filled in the gaps. He stared out of. “Trish, this is Kanisha,” I told her standing between the two of them and then turned to Kanisha.“Kanisha, this is Colonel Ferguson, Trish,” I told her, to a look of astonishment from her.“She’s actually out here with you? Has she been on all of your attacks?” she asked in a surprised voice.“Yes.”“I read the unclassified report of your work on Addison III, but thought you were exaggerating on her participation,” Kanisha said.“How she know Bob name?” he interrupted in a grouchy voice.“She went. We didn't plan it that way; she was just the first to get her clothes on when the driver showed up. I still secretly felt a little pride that she was wearing my load on her body.Soon after we finished eating, we were back at it. The clothes were off and we resumed sucking and fucking. The most amazing was when Jessica climbed on top and slid my cock inside her, moving up and down, back and forth, and grinding her pussy onto me. I was so rock hard for her, and she had an earth-shaking orgasm on.