My hand has found the clasp of your bra and released it. Now your breasts are pressed against my chest and your nipples pressed against mine. We savor...the feeling as our nipples grow taut with the stimulation. Our finger tips draw tight circles around and across the tips. We take turns mouthing … kissing … suckling ... on each other ... breasts ... neck ... lips ... all for our mutual consumption to sate our growing hunger for passion.Our bodies are pressed together. Our arms are pulling us. But we surehave some new stories for those that remember me. I was on here a few months ago asSasha913. Had to take a new name this time. All of us girls will be putting things on from are summer of toil, hahahaPasha, Tammy, Dad and I (sasha) spent the entire summer in Canada opening another lodge in the north woods. Dad had to bring in a 6 man work crew (aka. Our playthings) to complete the lodge. To the surprise of Dad the crew worked much better and "harder" with us three girls in the. But I can't say I'm sorry you're here. No matter what happened, it brought you here to me," Andrea said softly. "When I first rented this place and moved in, I hated you. I hadn't even met you, and I hated you. I would lie here every night and listen to you sing and play your keyboard. Your music made it hard to forget what had happened in my own life. But a couple of months back, you were gone somewhere for a couple of days, and I didn't have to listen to your music. I couldn't sleep. Without. Scott. Apparently, he was the romantic hero of the school. Married to his childhood sweetheart, he had been widowed a few years ago from a tragic car accident. Now, he was quiet, sad and withdrawn. He taught THE graduate classes, the ones everyone wanted to attend. Meredith considered herself very fortunate to have gotten two of his music composition classes, especially registering at the last minute. According to Serena, someone usually had to die to make a space in his class. Now Meredith.