Neither one of us would win any ofthose WHO'S WHO vote or a popularity contest.Josie Lee was a petite redhead with sparkling blue eyes who loves cats....hen not wearing a T-shirt with a cat on it with her shorts, skorts, orskirts to show off her legs in matching hose.She will wear a tiger, cheetah, or some other feline inspired artificialfur clothing. Seeing her dressed as if she is an extra in a TARZAN movieis fun as the cheerleaders get jealous of her attire and copy it.Best of all, she. I usually didn't pay any attention to muscle but by god I was now. His blond hair was messy like he'd been asleep on the plane. Eventually he found me, staring, in the crowd. His deep brown eyes met mine and he stared right back then he broke into a smile.*****The car ride back to my place had been slightly awkward. We'd never actually met and didn't quite know what to say. We made small talk and I kept catching him staring at me. By the time we pulled up to my apartment it was already 9:30.. /another satisfying tremble, then after a few minutes of this i hooked my fingers in to the waist band. Told him it's the mans job to take of his undies. To my surprise he actually asked "why" Looking up at him stood there his boyhood exposed in front of me. I told him. Because when a man does, your body is his to have. "what does that mean?" If i take them off your body is mine, I'm telling you I'm having what's in your undies. If you take them off your telling a man your sharing what oy u. “Cherry,” she nods almost shyly. “You said no names but I need something to call you when I remember this night. When I remember you.” She brushes your lips with the tip of a finger and smiles. “And you taste like cherries.” She raises her head from the bed to taste you again, giving a satisfied hum when she feels you smile against her lips.“Then Cherry I am.” YouHer fingers are trailing over your back, exploring the line of your spine, the dimples at its base, the curve of your butt..