He felt her tongue unleash itself into his mouth and he felt the powerful nature of her pushing him back onto the bed. Ali was on top of him and her a...ms and hands and all of her body seemed to crawl all over his. She knew right then and there, before he could even think anything, she wanted him. And she wanted his lovely, sexy younger body to make love to hers. “Ohhhhhh God…yes,” she said between kisses. “I want soooo much more honey…so much more tonight.”Then it got out of control. The two. I'm almost 19 now. Whenever I go to the gym, it drives me nuts to see the shirtless, sweaty men with various bulging body parts. Sometimes I get so... um...distracted, that I have to leave. Today is one of those days. Since today is one of those days, I'm a little bit irritated that I have to stop by St. Agnes, my little brother's school, and talk to his principal. I pull up to his office. His name is Mr. Grant. He was the principal when I went to middle school here, and I vaguely remember him. These short skirts sparkled as Jane and Wendy swayed their hips, and the high hemlines nicely accented their curvaceous rears, shapely thighs, and tall white go-go-boots. Brad’s heart started to race, his throat grew dry and parched, his forehead beaded with sweat, and Brad was glad now for the desk that hid his growing trouser bulge from the view of both ladies. ‘Baby, baby–‘ Their backs still turned toward Brad, both women now peered smolderingly back over their shoulders, their expressions. Gayle looked at me as if to say, 'Well, fix her up!' I took a deep breath and pretended I was a doctor.I cleaned the wound as best I could. Got out the needle and suture thread, and stitched her up. Fortunately, Lorraine had passed out by this time. My stitches would have made the Frankenstein creature blush, they were that bad. But they seemed to hold the skin together. I slathered her with antibiotic ointment and bandaged her up. Throughout it all, I couldn't help but notice that no matter.