Yes, it jumps around too much. Yes, it’s in the wrong category. Yes, it’s too long. Yes, it’s too short. Yes, this is stupid shit. Eys, I need a... editor, are you volunteering? And, yes, I suck. And you have yourself a warm and fuzzy day. If you want a perfect story go find one written by Mr. Data. ENJOY! ___ By morning my Regan was back in full force, a thin tank top and short skirt with a day glow orange thong under it. Regan drove the first hour or so, but decided to relinquish driving duties. . that rose up from your ship. But the bombs kept falling. They fell through the shield. We saw no effect until the rays struck them, and caused them to burn?Oh, I understand. Because you saw no effect, you assume the shield failed in its purpose? Not so, Michael-ours. The effect was quite satisfactory. As the exploder weapons passed through the energy layer, the internal control devices, those that would cause the bombs to explode, were neutralized. I have heard you describe the effect as. She’d never seemed the marrying type – me either, for that matter – and maybe some small part of me had always assumed we might end up together. We’d spent almost five years together before we split, long enough to know that we were two of a kind, both wild and reckless, doing things just for the thrills or because they felt good, consequences be damned. That was one of the reasons we’d parted, knowing that if we stayed together we’d likely flame out, die young; but now somehow, against all. Pulling you into the bedroom, I grin slyly. The room is brightly lit, because it's the middle of the day. The blinds are pulled up on the large windows, exposing us to the busy intersection outside of my house. I smile with excitement and my heart races so fast it feels like it's about to jump out of my chest. Pulling off my own shirt, I lower my pants and kick them off while on my knees. Inching in, I unbutton your bottoms and lower them carefully, finding time to kiss your thighs and tickle.
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