You have no idea just how happy you have made us. You created love my man. Love." Then she started crying.I took her into my arms and held her close, ...Oh my love, if you're happy, then why are you crying?"She looked up at me with her bright tear filled eyes and asked, "Do you think Martreen has had enough time to train your making love to the other women yet?" I... I don't know. Perhaps. Do you miss Martreen? Is that why you're sad?" I asked as I lifted her chin with two fingers and kissed her. The lightweight material of her college top ripped apart easily and, as she wasn't wearing a brassier, I was quickly able to fill my hands with soft warm teenage tit-flesh. I hoisted her onto the back of an expensive looking leather armchair, made her put a leg over each linen-covered arm. Then, slowly so as to prolong her fear and shame, I tore one side of Melissa's cotton briefs and slid them down a long smooth leg. I took off my belt and let it fall lightly across Mellissa's stretched thigh.. He opened it up as the bus left and saw righting on the front.This is the Reality Note. The first one that makes contact with this Note book Is the only one that can write inside it. Here are the rulesThe first one to come into contact with it is the only one to write in it in less the said person allows it.After finishing writing what you want to happen draw a line through it to happen. The text will then disappear.3.Of you wish to undo something write undo [insert thing] and Focus on what you. ‘Don’t.’ she smiled, skipping over and planting herself next to him. ‘I need you.’ She said, her hands curved gently against his thigh. ‘What, now?’ he asked, his head tilting towards hers. She rolled her eyes at him, her fingers snaking into the hair at his collar. ‘Obviously.’ Mimi planted a kiss on his mouth, prying his lips apart with her tongue, relaxing against him. He pulled away, suddenly solemn. ‘What?’ the word came as a whisper and Sven looked up at her as she knelt next to him, his.