She was so thin – thinner than me. I felt like I could crush her if I squeezed too hard.The front door burst open and Mr DiMartino rushed in – rea...y to demand I explain why I was keeping him waiting. He saw Melissa, with her back to him, wrapped in my arms. Whatever he’d been about to say never made it past his lips. He chewed on his mouthful of words and swallowed them. I glared at him over Melissa’s shoulder. This was his job and he’d left it for me to do. This was all his fault. If my magic. It was his suggestions and encouragements that egged me onward and made it all possible. You can read about it all in our CMHW series. After weeks of this dance, our lingering eye contact turned into us both leaning in for our first kiss and it was absolutely electric! That continued for the next couple nights, each time with him pulling up a chair and my hand back on his leg. Until one time when his cock was pointing downwards and my hand landed right on top of it. A big smile crossed my face. Yes I get compliments about my voice so now and then, but to know that I can only do Bruce and Johnny Cash really well: I’m impressed.I walk to the dancefloor as the song begins, Hey little girl is your daddy home and for a while they allow me to actually sing. And then comes Jenny and so come the scissors. I can take you higher, o o oo I’m on fire. To pieces my shirt: I still try to continue singing but Rose just switches off the music: ‘Okay people let’s go to the mansion, before we’re all. Or, perhaps it’s because I wreaked havoc tonight with the leather and bondage I’m not usually brave enough to watch someone else do, let alone try it myself. That, and the way she orgasmed. Again and again and again. What, might you ask, was so horrible that shattered my good guy control? Purple-colored nail polish. Actually, it’s not just purple, but a lovely pale lilac that shimmered under the harsh glare of florescent lighting. Yeah, yeah, I know, you think I’m a freak. I probably am,.