It allowed him to fondle her tits, tweaking hardened nipples while his other hand rubbed in small circles over her labia, parting the lips slightly, a...most entering her body. Suzanne was completely out of control now. Her senses were in turmoil, so many sensations all at once overwhelmed her, all heading towards her first adult climax. His fingers at her entrance were sending her into delirium. She wanted him inside her, but desperately didn’t want to stop what he was doing to her. Waves of. It all had to do with her body, and the way she used her body, and the things she used her body for, and the things she knew — unlike nearly all adult women, much less children her age — how to do with her body. Yes, all the many wonderful, wonderful things she knew how to do with her body. I wanted her to keep on pissing on me, to never stop. And I wanted her to never EVER use a toilet for this again: I wanted her to go on me, all over me, every time she needed to go. In the cool, calm of. One day I planned to bunk my office and went to a mall for some shopping and for a movie and I went to Treasure Island and were roaming alone in the mall when I saw her oooh my God what was she wearing and she was in shorts which I never saw earlier or imagined that she likes these dresses too.She was looking electrifying and off course her favourite long high heeled sandal and hairs flowing here and there like those of Kareena Kapoor every time I saw her she was in a different Sandal and I am. Louie was well aware that he wasn't the smartest guy around, hell, that's how he'd gotten the nickname 'Sharp' Louie, but he was sure as hell smart enough to know that what Art was planning on doing was real crazy shit. Just like Art had told him Louie had never been the brains of the outfit and most times he just did whatever Art told him to do, but this time he felt he had to try and talk Art out of his plan. "Come on Art ... Jesus Christ, man. Fuckin' forget about it." Louie apologized. ".