He was loving and gentle, not like most of the guys who usually treat me like a fuck toy only there for their pleasure. Wrapping my arms around his ne...k and my legs around his waist, I began humping back, allowing him to fuck me while I was latched onto him like a human leech.The next thing I know the water is turning cold, freezing the both of us. Reaching past me, he turned the water off before lowering me to the floor. "Let's take this to the bedroom," he said stepping from the stall and. "How could you possibly know that?" Blaster was obviously skeptical; "It may just be getting ready to cast Deathstrike on all of us!"The agitated motion increased."I think you are safe, Blaster," I said, "Let me explain it this way. When you die, some items that are very closely tied to your spirit will often stay with your spirit, instead of dropping to the ground like empty armor. Somewhere inside that Zibong is the Love ring I gave her when we wed. I can feel it. All these years and I still. He had shared his fantasies with her and listened to hers. Tonight would be the best night of her life if she didn't let her stupid head get in the way.Becky leaned back against the pole in the middle of her basement. The concrete was cold against he bare back. She wound the rope around her and around the pole until she had what felt like a rope corset. Then she tied the rope off in a bow, making her look like a present for him. Then she quickly blindfolded herself with the scarf. Now there was. ” I sighed, “What do adults give their parents? A nice card?” “Dads love beer, right? I can call up Thomas and have him buy us some lagers or something.” “You think Dad would be cool with that?” I raised a brow, “I know he’d pretend to be, but he’d probably worry about where we got it.” She gave me a frank look, spinning in her office chair away from her laptop. “I’m sure Dad drank in high school, Kelsey. It wouldn’t be some great mystery to him.” “Yeah, but every time we see him, we’re a year.