”I open my eyes to find he’s standing in front of me. Very close to me. “Are our noses almost touching?!” I think to myself. I feel his righ...-hand slide behind my head, finding the nape of my neck as he presses his lips to mine.Our tongues gently wrestle at first and then our kiss grows more passionate. I wrap my arms around his lower back as he pulls my body tight against his. His hands cup my ass, giving each cheek a tight squeeze. I giggle and squirm, his hands now roaming my body.He. She got up and stretched. She was nude. She walked to the mirror. A colorful tattoo covered her right shoulder. She looked at her hands. Henna designs covered the backs of both hands. She looked at her body. A floral vine started at her hip and wound its way down her right leg. It stopped on the flat surface atop her foot. Sherri gasped. Her mind raced back. She remembered James taking her to the tattoo parlor. She remembered lying on the table. She remembered the sound of the needle. She. Give me a Cialis.”“You don’t need any.” Zoey reached down and stroked Bob’s crotch through his shorts. “My God, you’re hard as a rock. Come on. I don’t want to fuck on camera.” She waved at the camera as she kissed Bob.Zoey glanced over her shoulder at one of the cameramen, in this case a cute younger guy named Kevin, who had been filming their discussion. He grinned at them, and then moved off to another room to see if he could find something to film that wasn’t ‘X’ rated.To provide closure. " How am I terrible? You're my mother. I love you." No, no Chuck. You force me. You bend every word. Y-you h-hit me." Dad hit both of us, but it was for our own good." No, never. H-he was a brute." Dorothy suddenly rose and grabbed her son's shoulders. "Don't be a brute Chuck, not to anyone. Not to me, please." You're a liar." No. Go ahead, hit me. I don't care anymore. Nothing you do can make me believe your father was anything but evil."Chuck paused. Her words echoed within him as if they.