He stepped closer to her, so close that she had to back up against the wall. He swallowed hard, his mouth dry, and Maia’s eyes went to his throat.�...How’d you make yourself come?” he asked. “How often?”She looked at him even as her cheeks flushed red.“I don’t keep count, Archer.”His hand caught the skirt of her dress, the material bunching in his fist. She touched his hand, stopping him from dragging it upwards.“Arch – I can’t. I really can’t.”“Why not?” His hand didn’t move and she didn’t move. We live in Acton and we sell apples.In the game you went on to 'B'; in my life I stopped at 'A'. My name is Alice and my husband's name is Andy and my son's names are Andy jr. (AJ) and Alex and we take care of apartments. The 'A' thing just happened because my father who lives with us is named Alex and it made him happy to have my second son named after him.AJ and Alex are so different; you would think they're not only from different families but from different planets. Alex never says a word. To be sure no drop is wasted…its Crystal…his tongue probes my vagina, which is already weeping for him. He repeats the process, slow and meticulous every time. It is an arousal of mouse kisses, utterly maddening and devastating in its effectiveness. My body is trembling in every part when the champagne is gone, and John’s eyes are scary again. I look away, but he’s not allowing it. His deft fingers grasp my chin and turn my head back. ‘Look at me Cara’…a request this time, his gentle words as. .wait a minute, this is so cute I have to take a picture!”“Mom stop, you’re embarrassing them!” My older sister, Adele, said, pulling my mom’s arm back to her side while she attempted to take a picture.“Oh, fine. Well, kids, let’s go eat!” My mom said exuberantly.On the walk to the restaurant, me and Lanie talked, and while we talked, something happened. It was like someone had lit a match in my head, my chest had a funny feeling deep inside it, and my fingers tingled with some strange feeling.