"Remember that story about the moon you told me about? With your grandma and your grandpa?" he asked and she simply nodded her head. "I promise I will...look up at the moon every night and tell it to protect my sweet missy Grace Ann!" Grace smiled through the tears. "And I promise every night that I will thank it for my handsome knight Mathew!" And she brought her lips to his kissing him as he kissed her. They kissed for a long time neither of them wanting to stop the kiss. Grace moved her lips. Snoid, for everything!Woof, Woof!The incident occurred in the summer of 1979. As we don't really know the young man's name, we'll call him David. He was 20 years old and home from college for the summer. On the day it all began he was hanging out at the volunteer fire station, where he assisted as a volunteer paramedic/firefighter.It was early afternoon and he and his partner Phil were in the ambulance, on their way back from a late lunch at a local fast food place, when they received a call.. I am greeted by a guard that bows and says "it's time for you to go to the ball". I follow him down a long spinning set of stairs to be introduced to the Monarch. He is very handsome and looks to be approximately my age. He is very, very polite. He takes my hand in his and gently kisses the top. I let all my defenses down at once. I flash him a bright smile and he leds me into a room filled with people sitting around large dinner tables. He pulls a chair out for me and I slip into it and. He took off the cap and put a dab on his hand and began running his hand up and down his shaft, lubing it up good. She stopped moving and waited as he walked over to the bed and pulled the thong down around her ankle. He held out his hand. “Lift your leg, please,” he said. She gave a muffled groan and raised her ankle and put it in his hand. He rolled her half over and spread her legs and put a dab of cream on her pucker, pushing the tip of his finger in just up to the first knuckle. She.