"I'm sorry Missy, you'll have to go by yourself." "I'll sing with you Missy." I spoke up without thinking. "You are not in this class Mr. O'Hare!" Mr....Crowe said looking at me from behind his huge glasses. "I know sir I have a free period and I um...just felt the urge to sing." "Fine!" he said putting down his pen. I climbed up the steps and stood next to Missy in front of the Karaoke machine. "Can you even sing?" Missy asked covering her microphone. "I'm acceptable." I said covering my. He can see the hasty thrum of his carotid artery pulsing just below the surface of his skin, forcing the blood to more rapidly emerge. He sniffs just once, allows himself to catch the scent of Will’s skin, woodsy and dark, mixed with the sharp, metallic undertones of fresh crimson. He is intoxicated by it; eyes sliding shut, the tip of his tongue darting out to sweep his lips in anticipation. He should have known that once would never be enough.He lowers his upper body into Will’s side, dipping. The feeling is so intense as she gathers him up. As soon as she slides her pointed foot into him he orgasms. He experiences continual orgasms as she pulls him up her leg. She gives him shape, her shape. She gives him life, her life. As he orgasms over and over he thinks to himself, "Mmm god I am hers!" Then he realizes that was only one leg! Countless orgasms lead to him finally being pulled all the way up. As he is pulled against her pussy and her ass, she feels how not the crotch of the hose. My horse needs to go there as well.’ ‘That’s a five acre paddock. You’ll never catch a horse in there until you tame it.’ ‘True, I need a dog as well,’ Iona said looking at Chum. ‘No, not Chum Mrs Phelps.’ ‘It’s Iona Jim.’ ‘Please not Chum. She’s young and is into advanced training.’ Bert rubbed his chin. ‘You come up to the manager’s house at 3:00 today Iona. He needs to know you are on the station. You can pick out a horse and I’ll trailer it back for you. I have an older dog, semi-retired.