He urged her head closer. "Lick it off," he commanded. "Taste me." Her body betrayed her and she opened her mouth, licking away the salty, silkydrople.... He pulled her up onto her feet and kissed her, his tongue thrusting, hishands greedily gripping her breasts. '"Whatever I want, right? That's whatyou said. LOOK at me dammit!" He jerked her chin up, letting her glimpse theseething conflict in his eyes. And then he grabbed her arm, dragging her overto the granite altar. Like some sacrificial. It was like having a girlfriend. Almost.But eventually a really good time would start only to end with her getting mad at me for things that left me baffled. I remember as well the last day of the interlude. Again it was evening, but much later. We were watching a movie that, even for network standards, had some pretty steamy scenes. The cream filling between the car chases and explosions. The sort of thing parents aren't supposed to let their children watch, which is why it didn't start until. I arrived at the funeral home at 8:45 and located the viewing room where she was still on display. As I walked into the room; I could see her lying in repose in her casket at the front of the room. I was not disappointed as I came close enough to really see her. Cindy was clad in a midnight blue dress with an embroidered bodice. She had a deep dark tan on all of her that I could view (face, neck, upper chest, arms and hands.) Her almost shoulder length brown hair was fixed in a wavy style. No. I was a little more interested in figuring out what made my students tick. I like to study people and I had hours during exam days to do just that. The young blonde in my evening class would stretch and pop her back, which did very interesting things with her body. It was fun to see her move during those times. The brunette would get serious while doing her exams, but would give me a wonderful smile when she looked up and our eyes met. That always made me feel good inside.I needed to be very.