. Lekin kuchh hi pal chachi ek angrai lete huye jagi or mera hath ek jhatke me apne chut se nikal diya meri gand hi fat gayi mano mera lund dhila pane...laga dar k mare lekin himat karke mai unhi k pas khara raha maine dekha o kuchh bol nahi rahi to mai samajh gaya ki aaj kaam ban jayega or meri pyas aaj bujh jayegi mujhe lagta h ki o v man me soch rahi thi aaj mera v pyas bujh jayega kyoki kai mahino se unaki chudai nahi huyi thi mai himmat karke unko apni baho me pakad liya o sarmane lagi or. I eventually had to tell her about the song stuck in my head. For the restof the day she walked around with a sly smile, knowing something and proudthat she couldn't tell another soul.The song that was rattling around in my brain already had a title, eventhough I was still working on the lyrics. 'Remembered' was a 'thank you'song. It was a thank you to everyone who had helped me reach this point inmy life. It was a thank you to the band for helping me to become themusician I was. It was a thank. " Karen laughed as she thought about the k**s' reaction and memories of some of the wild shit she and her sister did as k**s.Angie was two years older than Karen and was always the one who instigated most of their pranks and other acts of defiance against parent's instructions. Karen gave her credit though, when they got caught or things turned out badly, Angie stepped up and took the blame and protected Karen. One time, they hid in their parents' closet. their parents thought they were in bed. Their lips drew away from each other. Sitting in shock Jessica grinned and said, “I’ve never kissed anyone before.”“Now you have,” replied Amanda. She stared deeply into Jessica’s eyes, searching for signs of regret and shame, but saw only immense desire.Jessica felt Amanda’s warm hand on her ankle. She slowly crept her hand up the goddess-like leg, eventually making her way to the crotch of her skirt. Jessica naturally laid back on her pillow, allowing the delicate touch of friendship to.