I wanted to express how the thoughtof him kept me up at night. The thought of him distracted me from mystudies, from anything relatively important to...my future. He inspired me towrite music about him - or something he did or said or acted like orfeelings he conjured inside of me - emotionally and sexually. And here hewas, and here I was, giving into him.He slowly climbed on top as we both moved into more comfortable lyingpositions on the couch. I opened my legs a little wider as his. "A little present for you, Darling," she said with a smile, watching me open it and look inside.There were tissues, lipstick and a compact, a comb and small brush plus a small purse. I took out the purse and opened it to find plenty of money - notes and small change - as well as my credit cards, which I hadn't used for such a long time."Until you get used to carrying a handbag, I'll keep your purse for you," she added taking the purse, closing it and dropping it into her own bag. "You must. .Anne gave a timid little nod, and bent her head to kiss the side of Kevin's neck, she lifted her hips and closed her eyes in anticipation for what was to come.Kevin's left hand reached between them and fished his cock out from between their bodies, resting it between her ass cheeks. They remained in that position for several seconds, neither moving, aside from their nervous, heavy breathing and a slight tremble in Anne's shoulders.Finally, quietly, Kevin whispered "Are you sure?"Anne opened. I went into the kitchen and tool out a plate to make lines and i dunno how to say it except that i was filled with such contentment thinking about Raesaah ,,, thinking about how when she was younger how her mother used to tell her what a bitch she was and how she loves to open her legs of men and what a filthy muslim woman she is and how she is dependant on men and how she loves to whore around and like pleasure and i smiled and chopped her lines and thought to myself how right her mother was.