You then suck my fingertips…Pure temptation I can’t resist…Upon this tender morning mist…I caress your neck so slightly…While you hold me re...lly tightly…With my back against the grass…As I then squeeze your tight ass…My hands move to your thighs…Then I gaze upon your eyes…We then follow with our kiss…Igniting slowly with pure bliss …I am filled with much desire…Your luscious neck I then aspire…Starting to nibble on your neck…Turns you quickly to a wreck…Your sweet nothings so exotic…Gasping. She began, “I am not even sorry Sindhu. Oh, by the way, I caught you fucking the brains out of my would-be. Yeah, I saw everything through that damn door. How could you do that to me? Your best friend!”She burst into tears. ‘You deserve those tears bitch’, I said to myself calmly but acted as if I am innocent in this whole matter. “I’m sorry Pravallika. I really am. Please stop crying and let me explain”, I tried to calm her down. I made her sit down beside me and started to rub her shoulder to. But now. it was ready, and all the pipes and tubes glistened under the bright cellar lights. Cheryl had read about something on a story site some five years ago, and had wondered if it were possible to design a machine that could, and would, make it a solo effort, no-one helping or knowing what had happened. She spent several months working on the logistics, before even starting to work on the design itself. It had to be multi functional, and it had to be computer programmable. After all, once. To Dallas, TX. I went to school and took psychology and theater. I let Jason Peters put his hands where I maimed Carl for touching me before. It was my sophomore year we were at a football game where a few years later they would build a real stadium then it was just some old bleachers and a field.Jason asked me out Thursday after English. I dressed up in a blue sweater and plaid skirt with black tights and Mary Jane's; I still love wearing Mary Jane's. I got bored quick but I knew I wasn't.