No attachment.That’s exactly what I found in a old friend of mine, by the name of Brianna. She was a high school friend of mine - same graduating cl...ss. During that time, she had a boyfriend, just as I had a girlfriend. But she always had a sexual attraction toward me - just as every other girl I’ve met. The two of us recently reconnected when she came to me for help when her boyfriend left her for an unknown reason.Even though I had a girlfriend at the time, I checked out other girls, and. He pins my arms above my head and hold me down. He is so much stronger than me, that I just lay there and take it. He kisses my arms and shoulders for a few minutes, trying to clear his head. I try to lift my hips up to his dick, but he moves it away and to the side of me. He puts his knee between my legs, so I press down on it and use his knee to rub my wet pussy. I grind on it and moan, knowing that any minute i'm going to cum again. He presses his knee hard between my legs, and I feel a hot. I could tell he had been drinking, from the faint smell of alcohol on his breath. But he didn’t seem drunk.‘I just finished a game of rugby with the lads and as it was just around the corner from you I thought I’d pay you a visit.’If I’d have known I’d have come and watched you play’ I said.‘What, you and a whole rugby team? I don’t think so’ he laughed.I wasn’t quite sure what he meant by that comment, but I smiled anyway.‘Are you going to come in, or are you just going to stand there and make. Shocley smoothed out her dress while Cindy gave a cursory glance in the bakery window’s reflection. Looking up, they saw an incongruous Danish windmill reaching for the hazy California sky. Warm, welcoming bakery smells wafted out the open door as they walked in. Greg could feel the hunger pangs grumbling through his stomach as he looked at the different Danish and cookies in the glass cases. ‘Butter cookies… I’ll take two dozen, please and a couple of those prune Danish and that cherry one….