"What the hell do you want asshole?" Julie demanded by screaming only inches from my face.I said nothing as I just undid the pins and took the door of.... I carried it to the garage.She decided to turn the music louder and turned on the TV at the same time. It was a well appointed room.I came in and unplugged the TV and it went next to the door in the garage. The source of the music was next, followed closely by the computer.Next the furniture was taken out. It had been a very, very, well. "No." I replied. I had no idea what I was planning on doing here, but I had to think of it fast."Well, why fucking not?" Becca shouted, while Mr. Ford slowly zipped up his pants."Well..." I started, stalling for time to think of an excuse. C'mon, think!"Oh. I get it," Becca threw her arms in the air, looking at Mr. Ford. "He's fucking blackmailing us."I am? "I am," I cut Becca off."Fine. What do you want? Money?" Becca crossed her arms, suddenly conscious of her tits being exposed to a. I’m not saying we didn’t do anything else. There was kissing and some petting, but I just loved holding her hand.”“How can someone who seems so innocent be so damn sexy?” Lissa asked.“Oh, I think that’s easy,” I said. “When Mel and I got together that first weekend, we had all kinds of hopes and desires, but no experience. I remember our first kiss in the kitchen that Friday. I opened my eyes and saw complete surrender to whatever the day and night would bring. Mel was so sweet and. You said that you loved me and missed me and that you would see me later. We hung up the phone and I was left hearing only those last words of I love you and I miss you run through my head. You are so sexy and so gorgeous that I can’t help but think erotic thoughts of you. I poured a glass of white wine and grabbed my favorite sex novel and laid down on the fur rug in front of the fire. I think of our days and nights spent making love and the way that your hands feel when they move across my.