He told me to let him know if we wanted anything specific to eat while staying at his house. I agreed to it, but I really didn't want to bother the st...ff while CJ wasn't there. "You gave my dad a good chuckle tonight," CJ told me, as we were wrapping up our call."Should I even ask?" I said, laughing."He saw me sending texts to 'The Most Beautiful Girl I Know' earlier." Ohhhh!" I laughed. "That's how you have me in your phone? STILL?" Yep! No reason to ever change it," he told me, sweetly.When. Then suddenly I felt myself hit the bed, she began kissing my neck working her way so softly down my body stroking my inner thighs, i felt a huge wave of pleasure, she ever so lightly stroked my wet pussy, I became so desperate for her, I closed my eyes picturing her head in between my legs. I felt a light stroke on the inside of my leg, as i looked down I saw she had pulled out my rabbit and began to gently pat my pussy, overwhelming shoots of pleasure shot up my body, waves of vibration right. So, too, did girls. Not that girls were Jesus, or Jesus a girl. That was a robe, not a dress, and not once had Mark seen Jesus with his hair done up in some girly fashion. Just to make that clear. All Jesus and girls had in common was the mysterious part. Everything else was different.For one, Mark could talk to Jesus. With girls, not so much. Especially the pretty ones. As soon as a girl he had known all his life began to register as damned attractive, Mark couldn't deal. New girls, who he had. Then he called room service and ordered what he knew were her favorites from her diaries. He would make her do it all again later but now he would let her clean up, rest and eat.Tamara stood there in the shower and let the hot water pound her for all sides. She had washed her hair three times and her skin was ‘pruney’. The temperature of the water was declining and she thought to herself ‘how absurd, I’m all right so why am I still standing here.’ She finished toweling off, wrapped her hair in.