"Carls?"And I can hear her breathing, the rhythm uneven, and she sways, as if she's unsure about something. And I feel her hand slide into my hair and...then she's kissing me.Kissing me hard, hungrily, only stopping to pant short breaths before she anchors her lips to me again. And I feel her hand, tightening in my hair, her tongue, sliding into my unresisting mouth and I sit up more, getting a better angle. And it's overwhelming, and my heart's thudding crazily in my chest. And it's like there's. We were all mounted and ready to go, now. I had the digital camera, and I had already started taking pictures when Joe and Krissy rode up.Jonas and I each had a map of the entire property, and we made scribbled notes as we rode; our main interest was the south side of the lake. This was where he and I wanted to concentrate our efforts to have the RV Park in operation, by winter.We had four months to complete it, but we could advertise the projected opening date, as soon as we got a crew in here. .. you really should go down to the motor home and yell at them ... at least a little,” she said. “I mean they’re expecting it.”Bunny felt helpless, but realized that, as much trouble as this girl apparently liked to cause, at least she thought with a clear head sometimes.“OK,” said Bunny. “Thank you.”“And Miss Johnson?” Ronnie went on. “He cums a lot. If you weren’t serious about having his baby, you should do something. He could knock up four or five girls as much as he cums.” She ducked out. There are so many times when I have sat and thought we aren’t merely a painting that is being looked at and carefully examined by some very elaborate genius. I uncrossed my hands and placed them flat against my thighs. I stared over Tara’s head and felt this feeling of exquisite agony take over my body. Not in the least bit though physical. All inside my own self, where no soul can dare attempt to repair. I at last looked into her eyes and felt my purpose begin to drift. ‘I suppose that if I.