Kissed me passionately ..your hands roaming my soft skin..my breasts, my hips..my ass...I was undoing your shirt..kissing you slowly ..your hands stil... roaming my torso..my hands slipping under the shirt..pushing it off you..my breast up against your bare chest..smiling, I kiss your eyes..you let out a low moan..baby kissyour lips..then with one fluid motion..I pull back...take you by the hand..walk you toward the wall..turn you around..facing me as i push you hard against it. "mmmmm baby" you. ”“Are you certain?” I ask, my fingers still moving inside her. Her head rolls, teeth on her lip.“I was hoping you would use something else.” Her words are woven with intention, and I don’t waste a moment, pulling myself up to kiss her.“Tell me what you want,” I say into her mouth.“I want you to make love to me,” she responds, her sure tone ringing with innocence.I grab myself and guide my head to her heat, my member anticipating what’s about to happen. Every moment between us has been unreal,. Every card, every letter, every photo. Put them all in a box and hide it away. Wait a week or so, then mail it home. Then maybe later you will be able to look at them fondly, without this anger and hurt you have now. I bet you want to rage and throw them all away, I know I did. But later you will see that you want to keep at least some of the memories.”I nodded, that did make a lot of sense. “OK, I will do that, thank you.”“I have never asked, do you have a picture of her?”I smiled, and pulled. "What Kind of Girl Should Go To The Winter Dance With Galahad Givens?" was the title. Ham realized that he hadn't lined up a date either, but with his looks and studliness, it wouldn't be a problem. Why was there lipstick on the page anyway? He rubbed at it a little, and some came off on his hand. "Lessee. Hair: Stringy, greasy, straight to the shoulders black. Eyes: Red and glowing. Skin: Scaly and green." Suddenly, Ham felt dizzy. Must have needed a break more than he thought. He brushed his.