"What business is that of yours?!" Ryo-chan signed angrily. Making doubly sure she put the right emphasis on the statement so he'd know he was on dang...rous ground! A stray thought also slid past right about then. She wasn't one hundred percent certain what exactly 'cotton' was or how one went about picking it? Between the language skills she'd directly absorbed through her bond with Ryoko, plus the incessant 'barrage of manga and television, Ryo-chan was certain her brain had become easily as. Her body was very nice, with pert little tits and nipples that could poke your eye out. I felt that familiar tingle in my jeans. As I was lost in my own imagination, I forgot to watch for her to look up, and the next thing that I know, she is up and walking my way. "Is there something you want to say to me, asshole, or do I just give you something to gawk at," she said before I had a chance to even brace myself. "I'm sorry, I was just......" "I know what you were just .... and I'm not. In his eyes, nothing on earth could take away from the beauty his young love held.Stephanie was a very pretty young lady. She was seventeen years of age, yet she looked, and acted, as if to be a young, yet mature, woman of her twenties. Brad was always remarking on her shoulder length dark brown hair of which he found to be the prettiest hair he had ever seen on the opposite sex. Her light green eyes, which had stared deeply into his own many times, always managed to captivate Brad. He felt as. Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I ran my fingers through his hair while his hot breath on my neck caused me to shudder with pleasure. A naked man on top of her is the best blanket a woman could wish for. At least, if she were straight. In my experience women were thinner and didn't cover enough of me and their skin isn't as hot as a man's. For the last four hours I'd done my best to show Danny the difference between making love and the sex we'd had on his couch. We'd left half our dinners.