I drove to Miss Morgan's apartment building, thanking God that my car started. My body buzzed as I let myself into her apartment. I spent some time ob...erving the framed photographs of artistically naked women. The subjects were holding their breasts or had their long hair concealing their nipples. The whole lesbian lifestyle intrigued me, I didn't know anyone else who had pictures like these hanging on their walls. I danced around her apartment, eagerly awaiting her arrival. I snooped around. A kiss so sensual that I felt my body quiver as if a bolt of lightning passed through me, leaving me moist between my legs. His kisses were so unique, so enveloping, all I could do was catch my breath in between his amorous assault. I thought to myself, I want to remember every exquisite moment of this night. I had never felt such passion building inside my body and the feeling of his hardness touching my skin was divine. I wanted to touch him, to get my lips on him and taste this man, to. We'd get there and ask "Why is the basement locked? What's down there?" When we were young, he said there were monsters down there and it was locked to protect us. Mom yelled at him that time. After that he said he kept a unicorn down there, but that he wasn't allowed to show it to us. Mom didn't care for that one either. She didn't mind "Storage and dust," but then the next time it was right after he retired. "That's where I keep the bodies of all those bad guys I caught, but couldn't prove. .to wo boli k konsi to mne kh diya k Hollywood ki hai to wo man gayi par wo 1 bf ti starting mai simple movie jasi or fir sex suru wo boli k ye sb kya hai mne kaha k ye he bf hoti haiTo wo boli k mujhe nahi dekhni….mne usse kaha k plz mere liye dekh lo or uska hath pakkad liya or man gayi hmne movie dekhi or mne usse lip par kiss kiya or usne mujhe roka nahi..mne fir kiss krte hue uski top k ander se hath dal kr uske boobs daba deye…wo 1 dam se uthi or boli k papa mummy aane wale hai mujhe jana.