Not a homosexual sort of love, I didn’t want to kiss him anymore than I want to kill him. Hell I think I might enjoy killing him when all is said an... done but that is just because I get like that when I’m frustrated. Like now as I look frantically around the alley for anything that would make a good weapon and settle on a nice two by four half sticking out of one of the trashcans. He sees what I see, wants what I want and for a moment we both pause waiting for the other to move. It’s a familiar. " We know that Josh, we know, and things will be okay between us. We'll work something out."The room fell almost eerily silent, except for the sound of the clock on the wall, and Karen, who was moving around a lot as she attempted to find a more comfortable position in the chair. But after another minute she gave up altogether and stood to leave."I feels sick, so, I think I'm going to go back up to bed for a little while."Christine offered to help Karen up the stairs but she politely said no,. Me feeling his firm, warm, skin over taut muscles. Him feeling my soft, supple skin, skimming his hands over all of my curves. He kisses me deeply once again, our tongues swirling deep into each others mouth. I taste my pussy juices on his tongue as I suck on it, the taste mixes with his own special flavor and drives me wild. I spread my legs wide so he is laying in between them, I feel the tip of his cock at the entrance to my pussy. He slides it in just a little, barely inside of me, just. It was safer for them back there, playing tourist, and they understood the game ... except for Holly, who paid me a great many visits up front to keep an eye on me.My head still hurt and would doing so for another month or two, and last night's drinking did make the pain temporally go away ... until I was again mostly sober, when it tried to make up for lost time. As for my leg and shoulder, they were both fine. I hurt myself worse once while falling out of a HumVee in Afghanistan.A quick look.