He knew the consequences of falling in love with Belle all too well, but it hadn’t stopped his heart. He couldn’t even give a definite reason to w...y he liked her. She was always grimy, followed his sister around far too docilely, wasn’t even much of a beauty…even the thought of her made him slightly irritated. So why did he react like that? Why was she always forefront in his mind? * Somehow Belle had been invited to the ball that the Caervon’s had decided to host. Though it wasn’t so much. . my own hands just couldn't match what I KNOW your body would feel like slamming up against my backside. I needed some inspiration. So I raced back to the computer and printed off a full page color photo of your face and one of your cock glistening with pre cum (my favorite!), and carried it back to the bedroom, ready for some real deliverance. I placed your pictures on my pillow and ripped my skirt off, in a serious frenzy now to get some satisfaction out of you. I reached into my bedside. But, MY GOD, I was horny!He began to stroke me with one hand and I sighed. He squeezed my cheeks and stroked my thighs. "Mmm, soft" he said, in a tone as soft as my skin. He ran a fingertip over and around my anus. "Very good," he decided. The backs of his fingers caressed my labia. "Smooth ... and wet," he said lightly.He continued to quietly stroke me while sipping his coffee. I closed my eyes and began to rotate my hips. He chuckled. His hand lightly stroking me became my focus. Dark, with. Her motorcycle boots were pulled up over faded khaki denims. Her nose was pierced with a hoop through it. There were several rings in her ears and a tattoo was visible under her left ear. I didn’t really want to imagine where else she had things stuck through her body.A couple walking behind me argued about something that sounded trivial to me—the time they were supposed to meet a friend—but what is trivial to one person could be the most important thing in life to another. False identity could.