It’s a break up song, sad song. I had my back to him when he spoke for the first time. “I like Damien Rice.” I almost dropped my coffee. He spok.... I turned around. “For a minute there I thought you were a mute.” I smiled. He didn’t smile back. He was quite the sexy man. He always wore a suit, never allowed the suit wear him. He was so fly, so dapper. “So will you be talking about why you are here anytime soon?” I asked. I needed to know. “Yes. Tomorrow.” He looked at his watch and he just left.. The sheets were cool against her skin. She yawned and stretched her arms above her head. While she arched her back and writhed under the blanket, the friction from the fabric made her feel sensual in a new way. She recalled how frustrated she had been the previous night when the stranger could only touch her through her clothes. Abby made it up to herself by caressing her body while she thought about him. She remembered how much she had wanted to feel something inside of her. She spread her. When I got there he was a good looking guy even if he was a bit older than me. I was extremely nervous. I could feel my heart beating through my chest. After initial pleasantries he offered me a drink. I gladly accepted and drank it down. I didn't know what to do or what I would do. I guess he decided for me as he leaned in and started to kiss me. I knew there was no backing out now and I kissed him back. He kissed me hard and I just followed along. When his tongue started to explore I did the. I broke the kiss and started unbuttoning her shirt. I stopped just to look at that beautiful face. Her head was laid back. Just as I was admiring that piece of art, she just puked. It was gross! She puked all over her shirt. It was hard to look at. But I couldn’t leave her just like that.I tried to lift her to get her to the bathroom. Though she was not in her right mind, she refused to get up. I then completely removed her shirt and took it out to put it to wash. I brought a wet towel and.