Like I said, Mom doesn’t want me to go.”“Yeah,” I said, “but here’s the thing, it’s not her decision to make, is it? It’s yours.”“...ou don’t know my mom.”“True. But what’s stopping you from at least filling in the application forms? It keeps your options open and then ... Well, then you have time to work on her. Come on.” I climbed a few steps so that I was higher than her and held out my hand.“Where are we going?”“To The Union building. Someone there should be able to tell us where the. I refuse it for now, clenching my jaw from intense desire. I twitch my finger drowsily against her tights and feel a slowly increasing pressure against it. She must be leaning in to me! Though all the swaying means there’s a lot of noise shrouding this conversation and its fraught with error margins: There’s never quite certainty, only replication is on my side. I continue closer until the whole back of my hand is against her: it’s at the point of transition from her thigh to her bum. The. He listened to Hamish MacPhearson tell him that she was alive, but he almost didn’t believe him. He knew alive didn’t mean unscathed. She’d probably been beaten to submission long ago. If she were even able to walk, it would have been a miracle unto itself. But when he saw the movement in the window, he’d known. She was alright. She wasn’t dead or maimed. She was alive. A shallow breath escaped him and he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Looking at Hamish, he sighed. ‘I want to see the. . unsure now if your trust may have been misplaced after all!You feel the bed depress as I move onto the mattress next to you. First, you feel my hot breath, then my soft lips against your bare neck. As I kiss, lick, and nibble on your neck and ears, my hands slide slowly across your chest and across your amazing breasts. As I do that, your nipples respond as expected and rise up as hard buttons. My hands circle your nipples, making them even harder, until I find them with my fingers and roll.