" This was all just girl talk, the two of us clowning around — it was the booze talking — and not really meaning a word of what we were saying, bu... after a few more drinks Sally said, "I've got a better body than the girl they wanted to fuck. I should go show it to them." What?" Why not? Aren't we sitting in here staring at their dicks? We should give them something to stare at." It was the booze Brian. I was liquored up and not thinking straight and I let Sally talk me into putting on one of. Thinkyou could come on over and get it done so she'll leave?"Right!" he almost shouted. "How would I even begin to explain havinga dead girl in my living room?!! I'd get arrested for at least beingnuts. Bring on the nice white coat with the extra long arms andstraps in the back! I'm ready for my close up Mr. Demille!" You don't have to do that," Nola reassured him, slowly getting upfrom the couch and moving towards him. "That isn't what I need fromyou, anyway." Then WHAT do you want?" Walt. Your anger starts to rise…you’re not a BOY! Sandra ends up leaving you alone again. So as this story goes with the same process but with different items, a taste of strawberry, whipped cream, cinnamon schnapps, even champagne Sandra drives you to the edge but not over. You have not had your release. Sandra continues to tease and masturbates once more coming to full completion sitting right next to you with your name on her lips when you hear her climax. You are tired of trying to break. So on a sunny Sunday afternoon I went wandering. I boarded the Northern Line train and found I was the only person in the carriage. It stayed this way for three stops until Jana stepped aboard. She looked up and down the carriage. I was expecting her to leave or sit well away from me but no, this well toned brunette wearing a pleated sports skirt,white blouse (two top buttons undone) and tennis shoes sat directly opposite me.Jana placed her racquet bag next to her on the seat and removed a Sun.