Her needles clicked! clacked! in the silencein the deserted library. No one browsed these books. They were collectorseditions with beautiful leather...bound casings embossed with gold foiltitles. The smell of the libary, musty, dusty, and always a bit sensual toMollie. The smell of books, the smell of language, the smell of wordsbecame to her the smell of lust. Click! Clack! Click! Clack! her needlesnicked one as the other nicked back. She jokingly said to her family andfriends that she. He said as he started kissing her. His hands reach around and started to unzip Sams dress. Wait she pushed him away. Sam got up grabbed her bag and walked into the bathroom. Ron went into the bedroom and sat on the bed waiting on Sam to come back out. And when she did…Damn! Sam had changed into a white nightie that barely covered her erect nipple and only had about a dollar size piece of martial covering her already wet pussy. She walked slowly over to her husband kneeling down infront of. This is a place of love and happiness. "I beg to differ," he said at last and leaned over to kiss his wife. At first Gemma pulled his face away, and then, knowing that this was a moment that would never come again, met his husband's lips. In the meadow where as nervous and lovesick teenagers, Michael and Gemma had shared their first kiss, they kissed again. The people they had been were separated over time and circumstances from those they were now. Still, for that moment, all the. "Could you take the cups off Vicky? Then we can finish painting you." Victoria looked over to Mike, a glimmer of hope flashed across his face. "Okay then." Victoria heard herself say the words, but couldn't believe that she'd agreed. With that Clare went to Victoria and said, "Let me do it, so you don't get paint on your fingers." Mike and Martin looked on as Clare carefully held Victoria's naked half-painted breasts and slowly peeled back the cups, revealing Victoria's erect nipples. Victoria.