Then, he gently cupped her face with his hands.“Not to me.” He kissed her again, his hands groping her breasts and pinching her nipples. Sweet ple...sure intoxicated her, and she drank every bit of it despite not wanting to. With each passing moment, their kissing and groping became even more intense, more frantic.Pushed against the wall, Sneha’s whole world was consumed by her lover. Her hands snaked their way down his toned torso, slithered down his pants. Her hand rubbed his engorged, heated. But... when I was 12, and Josh 14, our parents died, both of them in a plane crash... so we ended up living with my grandfather, my mothers father. Now, 4 years later, Josh has graduated and I just turned 16 and got my license. And here Josh was, scaring the living shit out of me.... again. We lived on a farm, and we did our daily chores, I'm strong from all the work... so it's pretty even. Anyway, back to what's happening. I ran up to my grandpa, and started blabbing to him that Josh had. You know how it is when you go out with the boys and start drinking. Some one buys a round and then some one else does and then it is your turn. You get half in the bag and are having a ball; throwing money at the dancers up on the platform, getting lap dances that get you hot and leave you horny. Pretty soon it is last call and you are drunk on your ass.That is what happened to me. The bartender took away my keys and was getting ready to call me a cab when Keith, one of the guys I work with,. I pulled the door shut again and resumed my work. Every step I took to make this shelf connected to thoughts of fucking. I had to connect the pieces I’d cut to make the shelf. Mounting the proper bit in the drill’s chuck, I noted the perfect way it fit in and was snugly hugged. The two pieces of wood had to be mated together. I checked my work with the small square. Perfect.He was licking her pussy now if I were to guess. In my mind’s eye I could see that decadent scene. I picked up my phone.