I mean...what if i get...ive never...think about this"fucinhigh08: i walk closer .... “fuck all that shit.....lets just fuck....now take off those l...ttle fucking cock teasing shorts so i can shove my cock into your tight little wet pussy”yankees2girl: i still look worried while i take off my shorts and pantiesfucinhigh08: mmm noticing you have a thong on.....”mmmm damn sis you wear thongs?”yankees2girl: "uh..yea"fucinhigh08: “get on the bed and get on all fours and stick your ass in the. ’ ‘You brought this on yourself,’ Jason told me. His voice still sounded eerily casual. ‘I gave you plenty of chances to talk to me, but no. You forced my hand, Cassie.’ ‘I’m sorry,’ I repeated, tears spilling onto my cheeks. Very slowly, I propped myself up slightly so I could see out the window, desperately looking for landmarks. The car slowed and my panic increased. I had a decent view out the window but couldn’t concentrate on anything I saw. I forced myself to fight through the haze of. "I know a spot about a block from here, and what we took in will more than cover three cups of fresh Columbian."Snake's body un-tensed, and he almost smiled. "No. Thanks, but I need to think about things a little bit." Just relax, my friend, and go with the flow." He put his hand on Snake's shoulder.Snake shook the hand free. "I'll go with it, I guess. But I'm not sure I'll like the trip." He turned and `walked slowly away.* * * * *Rain noticed that Snake was smiling the same almost smile. A few weeks later, I was feeling nosy and asked my wife all about it -- what did Fiamma wear and such. She was like a closed book, only saying that it went well and that Fiamma looked really cute and pretty for the photos. She said that Rich would love them and it would be a great thing to keep him poised, helping him in rough times over there. I couldn’t keep this under wraps and asked to just see one. My wife slapped me, not hard but enough to try and set me straight. I let her do her thing.