Knew all the more as he slid his palms upwards under the thin band of her panties and curled his fingers to peel the sodden, black-lace garment away f...om her sweat-moistened ass and the pussy she had so painstakingly waxed bare the previous night for his appreciation. Knew and ached and bit down on her lip, as he reached into the wet little nook between her shivering thighs with thumb and middle finger, pincering out the slim device he had so tenderly placed there. Now, please please now. She. (Mindy) Ah, Empathy Press!(Carol Collins) Sapphire posted the story a chapter at a time. I bare no ill will for Empathy Press! I meant for them to publish it, but I am still mad that they never sent me a set of the books(*Anne-Mal) Sapphire had permission?(Carol Collins) Sapphire is the only person with my permission!Incidentally, last January, there was a person posting my stories on Deja news, their name was Carol Collins using a yahoo e-mail address. It was not me! I e-mailed them and. It was the biggest game of the season; super bowl XLIX (49 if you find yourself unfamiliar with how Roman numeral work). Everyone had a lot riding on this game money, pride, dignity, and of course bragging rights. This was the biggest super bowl rematch in history Seattle Seahawks vs. The Denver Broncos in a head-to-head battle to claim the infamous Vince Lombardi trophy. Me, well you can say I went all in this year. Of course, I was pulling for my man Payton and his sexy arm to get the job. I began to pack up, thinking of ways to improve my thesis as I placed the stack of print-outs and copies into my book-bag. I logged off of the campus network and stared at my notebook for a second longer. I realized that my notes cut off mid-thought. Gripping my pencil, I began to scribble some closing remarks.All of the sudden, a hand cramp forced me to drop my pencil. I'd been writing so much today and it seemed my wrist could take no more. I began to massage the cramp, but instead of going.