It is a heady sight and I take it all in. Amy has confessed to me that this moment to her is like an unveiling, a momentof release. It is a turning po...nt. It takes her maximum courage to expose herselfin this manner, and once she has done so it gives her the strength to continue. We remain motionless, as if captured in a photograph. The exhibitionist exposed,and the voyeur enjoying. I reach down and touch her vagina. She is warm and damp. Gently I stroke myfingers up and down, while my thumb. I suppose that’s what my name came from.Well, kind of. I came to Shibuya on the back of a truck with nothing but the clothes on my back – literally. I don’t remember a thing before that – who I am, where I came from, what it is I’m supposed to be doing in this fucked-up world.What’s so bad? Well, many years before I can remember anything, probably before anyone else remember either, we met the apocalypse. No one knows what really happened or what caused it, but we all agree on one thing:. She leaned down and kissed him, her lips softly nibbling his as she continued to gently rub her crotch against his thigh. His tongue darted out, tasting the chocolate on her lips, as her hands moved to his abdomen, and then further down, reaching that hot throbbing part of him that was already hard and erect. She moaned as his hands cupped and gently mauled her breasts, and at how hot and hard his shaft felt between her tiny cold fingers. She broke off their kiss with a groan, and then leaned. Hello Fonzie. I headed over to the snacks and drinks table to get myself a Coke.“So y’all the fella on the poster?” drawled a sweet voice beside me.I turned to look and then looked up. The eyes I was searching for were at least three inches above mine. They were so dark brown they looked black. Her skin tone was dark tan and she had a ton of black straight hair tied up in a knot on top of her head so that it gave her another two inches over me. She was thin as a rail and if it hadn’t been for.