There was only one person on the whole campus, I was really interested in – and not just in a ‘wow, sexy’ kind of way: Lev Dyachenko from senior...year. I ran into him last year, when I was still a freshman, whilst hiking in the Bishtrishko Natural Reserve. I spotted him studying random rocks with some interesting looking geological field equipment and I stopped to see what he was doing. As it turned out we were studying at the same university; him geography, me marine biology. Since then we. Few minutes gone.None of us was talking. Two sip of the drink made me clam down a bit.I looked up towards her.I thought she was observing me thoroughly hitherto.She pushed a remote button and it was BACH , my favourite. The whole room seemed to be an arena, two opposite sex with terrible mind set was sitting there,enjoying the silence of music and serenity,looking towards each other,setting eye contact.She: I suppose you are well aware of Bach. And I have no doubt that you are romantic fool.I. But this is bigger then any of us, and if I have the chance to makea difference, then I must, no mater the cost."The woman stated, then it is decided. I began to feel the power flowover, around and thru me. The power felt warm and nurturing, like thatof a mothers embrace . which in reality it was, for I was no longerJames Starr, singer/songwriter/Guitarist for the band Primrose Giant. Iwas to be a melody for my new mother, the power, and a voice against theevils in the dimensions. I don't think. Sara gasped slightly as his fingers traced down to the top of her mound then around the edges in the creases of her legs - never quite touching the heat of her pussy. As Mark caressed her inner thighs and lightly brushed against her light pubic hair, Sara felt her hips rise to silently beg him for the contact she couldn't ask him for.Mark's knowing fingers seemed to leave trails of electricity as they passed over her trembling body. Sara's eyes drifted closed and her lips parted slightly in a.