To that special someone, with my endless gratitude./ /( You know whoyou are )Yes, I'm indeed grateful to you.Grateful because you showed me, or should...I say reminded me, of theabundant pleasures and delights that the body of a sexy lady offers tothe attentive man.Let's start with your hair.Memories of being treated to the tantalizing way your hair so lightlybrushed over my skin and teased me while you gave me the best oral sexI've ever had, lives vividly in my mind. All I could do was lay there. As I came up behind her and slipped my hands around her waist I could feel her heat and a sheen of sweat on her skin. I let my hand slip lower and to discover that her juices were leaking out of her delicious shaved pussy and were forming a wet spot on her short dress. We swung our hips to the beat of the music, and as I began rubbing my hands over her firm tanned thighs she moaned and whispered over her shoulder to me, God, I thought youd never get here. I need you so bad baby. Im more horny. I put the clipboard back and introduce myself, "I'm Naomi Johnson, I'm a volunteer. Seems you've got some cuts and muscle trouble." He smiles, and I notice that his eyes crinkle up, that it makes him look like a carefree teenager. "I'm James, but you probably knew that already." "I did, would you take off your top, James?" I smile too. He takes off his shirt, and my brain shuts off. His skin is smooth and tan, except for a few scars near his shoulder, and the cuts on his hip are. Alicia saw a few drops of blood run down the suit's wrist to his shirt sleeve. The drops became a trickle which became a stream which turned into a river. Stan stared at the gush of blood with eyes wide in disbelief, and then he screamed in terrible agony, slumping downwards as his knees went weak. The suit's other hand blurred across his body before striking out at Stan with a viscous backhand that flung Stan across the room, the ruins of his crushed hand leaving a trail of scarlet droplets.