The place was filled with the sound of us kissing, finally, after an intense tongue thrusting kiss, we stopped, thinking that someone was coming and f...nally left the place. That was the only action we got in a long time.After that, weeks went by without us meeting. My parents finally left the house to live in native and I was finally alone in this house. After a few days, I called her over, this was during November last year. She finally came home, we both had bunked college for this, we really. As I come down the plushly carpeted hall, I sense something is up. Linsey loves the sunlight, so the closed drapes and muted lighting are startlingly out of place. Then I see what she's set up on the shelves. "What's with the candles, hon," I begin, but stop cold when I see her sitting in the easy chair she's moved, facing mine from the center of the room.I only see her from the side, at first. Her petite body is partially hidden as she reclines in the overstuffed chair. My first thought is. First, it makes our customers call back for more — more cost-benefit briefings, more spec work-outs, more follow-ups. And those are all billable hours. Further, it makes them think of us first when considering a new project." Yes, I guess it would help there. I take it that you think I can contribute at least a little bit in that regard." Don't be silly, Miss Chow. Or may I call you Grace? You're twenty-five years old, and you look seventeen. Your hair is so black and silky it looks almost. He pushed her body back into the wall, her fingers gripping the brick hard enough to score her sensitive fingertips. Removing his hands he brought them around her chest to the neck of her shirt. With a swift jerk he tore her shirt down the front leaving her breasts exposed to the brick. Pressing his hand into her back to pin her to the wall he looped his fingers beneath the band of her skirt and panties and lowered them to her ankles. Releasing her for but a moment he hooked his arm around.