"I think I do." Jake," she asked carefully, "do you even know any accountants? I mean certified ones with cards and everything?" Yes I do," he said. "... know one." One? Jake, this isn't like picking someone to cut your grass while you're away. An accountant needs to have references and we need to check out his background." We're getting the cart ahead of the horse here, sis," he said. "I don't even know if she's really an accountant or not. I don't know if she'd even do it. I do want to look. “No,” she mumbled under her breath, inching her body closer to me, panting still. “I’m not done,” came her husky voice, and my eyes widened. “Laura, what-” “Shhh,” she started, leaning down over my shoulder to run a tongue up my jaw line. I shivered at the contact, her cool saliva leaving a glistening line on my hot skin. Although my body felt a positive reaction to her touches, I attempted to slink away. “Stop, Daithie. You want this too and we both know it. I see the way you look at me,”. Anal intercourse or, for that matter,Fellatio makes a woman sympatheticTo a man, especially one like me,Whose breasts are counterbalancedBy the weight of cock and ballsAnd millions of wriggling spermOf her very own to burst in bouquetsAnd detonations, infernos and frowns,And missiles that never miss their mark,No matter what stands between themAnd the thing they're targeting.OBSCENITY DEFINEDHeterosexuality is not a problem,For women are made for degradation;Bisexuality is only half a. She wears it when she knows she’s going to have sex and was proving her point that she was going to get fucked one way or another tonight. Louisa loves to tease and knows how to stir jealousy in me. I know that she is being playful but I also know jokes are half meant. I wait for a time when she decides to make it a reality again after her efforts to remain faithful. How she is looking and feeling in her outfit, I can’t help but feel tonight will be that night. She walks away clasping her.