It’s a very special thing but it’s not love.”“You think I’m being stupid?”“No, I think you understand because you feel the same way. Com... here, I want to hold you.”Gloria moved over to me and I held her tightly. She looked up at me and I couldn’t help myself, I kissed her and she responded.“Stay here with me tonight. I want to be with you. I want to feel you inside me again.”“I want to be with you too but Debbie will be home later and I don’t want to cause trouble for you or for Debbie.”“So you. It wasn’t that that they didn’t look good enough. Oh no! Totally the opposite. Like I said, I didn’t really trust myself.That set the tune for the winter, though I made sure that things didn’t get out of hand. Out of hand. Literally. Both of the girls became quite a lot better in reading and writing Anglon, and they even became eager to read and learn more. My mother would have been proud of me because of that. Arithmetic ... trying to teach arithmetic to them was a sure way to start. She decided to pamper herself. After a light dinner she ran a bubble bath, lit some candles and undressed. When the water was steaming hot just like she liked it, she eased herself into the tub. It felt good to melt away the tension of the work day, but he mind wandered back to HIM. Scott. What was it about him? That he just wouldn't give up? That he was absolutely beautiful and interested in her of all people? His warm breath on the back of her neck when they worked closely on their project at. She was a screamer, which I was always a sucker for. She certainly knew hot to suck a dick too. I couldn't count how many times I came down her throat. She loved it too. We shared a fetish of her getting gangbanged. I love to watch her get pounded by random guys, and she loved to explain to me all her favorite parts of getting fucked by big strong guys with huge dicks. She liked girls too. She would watch porn videos and tell me how bad she wanted to eat the girl's pussy. She wanted to fuck.