It’s not what i expected yet it’s all i want at this moment.I feel your hands on my curves and I realize my bag is gone and my hands are against t...at chest, stroking, touching, memorizing.You take me by the hand and lead me in to your room and my body aches, missing your heat."Welcome to my home"Haven’t I been here before? I feel at peace, how is it possible?Your hands touch my shoulders and squeeze to release the last of my tension...I groan as I feel your hands slip under my shirt to touch my. ” At this time she was bringing her chair closer. I was wondering what was going through her head.“So why do guys have a different thing down there than girls?”“Well that’s how babies are made.”“What do you mean?”“Well, a guy’s rod goes into a girls pussy hole. Have you not ever felt down there?”“No. I have a hole down there?”“Well yes. It is under your pee hole and through your lips.” At this point, she was putting her hand through the bottoms of her suit and felling around. She was. We continued to make-out vigorously. And she was running her hands all through my long brown hair pulling a little. She seemed to love this. So I returned the favor. I kissed her on the neck and collar bone. Following her body movements. My left hand was fondling her perfect breasts my right hand around the back of her neck holding her against me. I sucked on her neck leaving a love mark so tonight and tomorrow she’ll remember what we’ve done. She let out a small moan. She was grinding against. . THE PROTECTOR, AUTHORITY, AND DISCIPLINARIAN STAGE “So, now you expect me to go all starry eye just cause you look so fuckable…bullshit babe. I spent a lot of money on you today. from the protein shakes, the late brunch, the wardrobe, and the dinner, I’d say you owe me a lot more than a sexy little dance.”“Oh, I’m sorry Simba, I thought…”“Yeah, that’s the fucking problem bitch, you think to goddamn much.’ I pointed at my head to illustrate my point. “Now you got one chance to get this right.