The entire address is usually meaningless. I don?t want to mail her. I want to know her. I find a small gold mine. Live journal, my space, and recent ...ingles posting on CL. The name she used is the same as her AIM and Yahoo! screen names. The profile associated with them is pretty barren but I add her any way. She?ll want to message me after she gets to know me. After work I scroll though her journal entries and read the comments on a few of them. Some guy seems to have a thing for her but he. Her breath in my hair felt delicious, and when she stooped to kiss my head, I thought I would faint. When we got back to the bar she said she needed to get some food in me before I had to be carried. The evening was cool for August and we walked the few blocks to Morton's. Our waiter was a lovely gay man named Andre who gushed over me and complimented Amelia on her taste. With a wink he told me to be careful of her wiles. Amelia ordered for us, fillets rare, asparagus, and a tomato salad. She. Fuck me with your tongue; eat me like I'm your last meal.' She was so dirty! I loved it. I did exactly what she said and fucked her with my tongue. Every so often I would dart my tongue over her pretty little clit, making her moan so loud for anyone to hear. I kept my tongue on her clit for a while as I fucked her with two fingers; they slid in and out so easily because she was so wet- her juices were literally dripping down her leg. I had never been so horny in my life; I needed to fuck her,. Sweeter. “Do you know how long it will be until the school opens?” he leaned in & tenderly kissed her jawline, making her mew softly and tilt her head, this time, giving him more access, her eyes fluttering closed as she listened to him, her heavy breathing behind the cloth the only sound in the entire building. “116 hours. The janitors have gone home, sweetheart, it’s just you. And. Me.” he smirked at the little noise of protest she made as he pulled away, turning to look at him for some sort.