” Evidence of her admission was visible in the sweat beading her brow.“Then why? I told you that I don’t want to hurt you anymore.”“I wanted...you to hurt me yesterday. You wanted the same. You went rather out of your way to do it, after all.”“Yes, but I...”“Well, now I want something else. Now I want you to acknowledge ... no, I want you to embrace ... the fact that you hurt me because we both wanted it. This,” she growled, exerting even more force to squeeze his fingers into her aching mounds,. Wrap around stylish sunglasses protected her alert eyes from the glare coming off the slight chop as she peered ahead and to the sides looking for other boats or anything half submerged in the water, which could pose a danger.Finally she spied the half hidden private canal she shared by her and six other neighbors who also had docking facilities. Carefully, delicately navigating the small waterway at a snail's pace she nudged up to her private dock and jumped out. Hurriedly she tied off fore. "What is going on?" she asked Videl, before making a soft sound and grabbing her abdomen."Oh, hells," muttered Videl. She stomped off to her own house, got a book andhanded it to Piccolo-chan."You're on the rag, Piccolo. Read this." Videl also handed her a brick ofchocolate and some Midol.~*~The book described in very dull, dry terms the method of reproduction used byhumans. Piccolo-chan had thought that they went through a lot of stupid crap,but this..."No wonder guys think girls are crazy, if. She was a ballet dancer. She had very striking feature and very pale skin like porcelain. She liked to wear black, all black.My third room mate was Tiffani “with an I”She was a stereo typical blond rich girl from Texas. She came from money and was a champion horse jumper, which she mentioned often. She was extremely competitive so when Khyla pranced around in her underwear Tiffany sauntered around stark ass naked, showing off her unnaturally large and firm DDDs and her waxed smooth pussy mound..