"I could tell that he was reluctant to move, but he finally did get up and he placed his hand against her forehead."I think that your temperature is q...ite normal." Touch my arms they are also very warm."I saw him hesitate, but he did place his hand on the spot she had indicated above her elbow, his hand remained there for a few seconds."Oh your hand feel so cool, leave it there it feel so nice against my arm."She said this quite innocently, and at the same time she reached for his hand on her. I’m not sure if it was because we’d finally come to grips with loving each other or what, but I couldn’t remember sex being any better than this. Not ever. I took in every detail, working to carve this memory in my head as if in stone. I wanted to remember every detail of how Brook looked, how she felt under me, her taste, her smell, and, most importantly, her cries of pleasure. Being inside her was about more than just sex. This was the woman I loved.Brook began to chant my name as I pounded. I could feel it was salty. She was moaning. Then she undressed me and kissed my nipples.Then I applied chocolates over her boobs, pussy and face. Slowly I started to lick her face, smooch her, lick her boobs, bite those nipples, inserted tongue deep into her pussy. Then I applied to her ass. I started to play with her ass. Started to kiss her ass mounds, beat those mounds and made them red. She started to cry. I wanted to have wild sex. Then I inserted my finger to her ass hole. It was very. Angela Shaw stood in the second row, third in from the left. The pretty grade nine student in the school colours. She was little taller than a lot of the other fourteen year olds in her class but more beautiful than them all. Her beaming smile although forced for the camera, was bright enough to put the rest of her form in the shade.Her eyes though, held mine in a grip. I felt the old feeling that there was more information in the picture than anyone else could see. I knew she was there telling.