You must know what I’m thinking as I see your face dimple into that smile you shower the girls with. I call it the Ken Doll smile, cheesy, overused...and commercial. I feel your kisses travel along my side and up and down my back. I feel your hands pushing me onto my side as you’re tongue begin to circle my spine. Your lips feather light on my skin, causing me to erupt into goose bumps, the hairs on the back of my neck standing up in anticipation. Your lips are so close to my skin I feel. Her full nipples were straining against the thin cotton shift and he could see she was topless underneath her summer dress.Sal's ever vigilant cock was tenting out drastically and the sharp-eyed Anne reddened slightly when it came to her attention."Your uncle Vinnie told me if I ever had any trouble that I should go to you, Sal." What's the problem, Anne? Sal the super is at your service." It's my Mannie, Sal. He had to go back to the old country because of the, how do you say? The income taxes. Life consistently gives them the shaft and yet they carry on like every day is the best damn day of their life. What’s their secret? Is it a loving partner that cares for them? Nope. Is it a newfound religion? Not likely. Is it drugs? No… well, maybe. But it’s also something else, something much more magical. No, literally, it’s a magic book.That’s right, hidden throughout the world are these special little hardcover books with slightly worn red leather bindings just begging to be found. They. "Tuesday" Good luck, my dear." Thank you." Honey was bringing her glass up as she sat upright. She finished her drink. I had the feeling she was getting ready to leave, and so I knocked off the little I had left in my glass."And thank you for the drink," Honey said, getting to her feet.I was up and standing beside her as Bonnie got off the rug. "I'll add my thanks to that, Bonnie, as well as the aspirin." You're most welcome, Lincoln," Bonnie said. Her glance lingered on my face, her eyes dark.