" What is the Roman ladder?"April said, "It's a series of verses that give you the path to salvation from the New Testament book of Romans. I have it ...ritten in my Bible." I smiled. The waiter returned with our drinks and took our entrée selections, four orders of Veal Romano.He quickly returned with the salad and bread. I asked April to pray and she did thanking God for the day, our church lessons, and our new friend, Miz Watson. We passed the salad starting with Laura and then to the girls.. I distinctly remember a day a year or two ago where she was hanging her clothes out in nothing but a loose fitting singlet,not barely covered her tits and every time she reached up her tits would come out the sides bouncing around mesmerisingly, I watched this for the entire 10 minutes stroking my cock hard remaining hidden in my house. Since then the image of her semi naked was always in my head, I begun fantasising about her and developed quite the crush on her. Right now Im 17, I had been. Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.How wrong it is for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself.Life is truly known only. I also wasn’t sure of her intentions, but I went with it. She locked the door and looked back at me. She crossed the short distance of the booth and pushed her clothed hardness against mine and tongue kissed me. I reached down and pushed my hands down the back of her panties and began feeling her asshole. It wasn’t lubed, but it was sweaty and it felt good. She reached back and pushed her pants down to her knees. I heard the booth door close next to us. The person was knocking. We were.