She also asked me to have dinner when I came.The day after that, I went to her place for the book. Hospitable as she was, she gave me a glass of juice...when I reached. She wore a yellow saree, a red blouse with a black bra. The blouse could not hold her boobs there anymore.Her lips were painted with light red lipstick and her nails with black nail paint. She tied her saree around her waist. I could get down and kiss her on her waist. Grab her boobs and do motorboat between them. I was thinking. I don't know what I saw in her. Ever sinceI've been living here, she's been a bit of a bitch. Acting more like asister than a friend. I hope she has fun while I waste away in here.December 16I cracked and just gave in. All of Crystal's movies are stupid chickflicks, but I decided that any movie was better than nothing ("Dad"turned off the cable and internet in my room somehow). The movies aresuper cheesy and lame, but some of them are actually kinda funny. Iwatched the first Twilight. I didn’t know when (or really even why) but she told me she’d purchased it and I let it go. She had far more money than sense and if she wanted a van she could have a van. I hoped that my trip to and from the hospital would be the last time I ever stepped foot in it (but I had to admit that the sliding side door and the roomy interior made it far easier for my ingress and egress).Sean and his advanced team were still handling Liz’s personal security. Sean drove the van with Mom beside him in. Slowly I ran my tongue up and down, wetting his skin, then put it into my mouth. I took it in deeply and slowly, using my fingers to rub the base. After a few minutes, I could tell that he was becoming too excited. I, too, was very aroused: I could feel myself becoming extremely wet and ready for him. I wanted him inside me, I wanted every inch of him. I stopped what I was doing and stood up. He was lying back in the chair with his eyes wide with desire for me. I straddled his lap and began.