.. ," I whispered. "You don't want to awake the natives." Then touch me where I need it, damn it!"I laughed softly and continued sliding my fingers ar...und her wet lips, teasing her even more. Finally, when I could tell that the anticipation had built to the level I wanted, I slid my fingers down and deep inside of her in one movement. At the same time, I pressed part of my palm against her clit. She gasped, then held her breath. Her hand quickly grabbed my arm and I could feel her quivering,. I was quite apprehensive as I pulled on my shorts and went downstairs, but when I entered the kitchen, I knew my apprehension was misplaced, she was standing at the ironing board wearing a pair of shorts (and I mean shorts) with just a tee shirt and she was singing along to a walkman plugged into each ear.I laughed as I watched her, she wasn't just ironing, she was dancing with the bloody iron like a pianist, raising her hand up and swooping down to sweep over my shirt, her feet were moving to. ” They all separated into their separate rooms Reece placed the statue on the ledge of his desk and looked through his modest pile of presents. He pulled on a pair of army grade pants not with the camo but still a dull green. Comfortable and with spacious pockets he found himself liking them more as he wore them. He rummaged through the pile and found his present from Chloe his girlfriend of 2 years. Opening the box, there was a small, framed picture of her. She was naked with her legs spread. But mostly I remember the warmth of your skin, the goosebumps you raised when flesh made contact with flesh (no matter how innocent the touch).It was so long ago, like the words in her song. It feels like a lifetime ago, but I still want you here with me. And all my heart can say, yes still to this day, is please don't go.But if you can't be here with me, at least I have the memories of you to help get me through the day. Those memories are so much more than what the word implies. I know.