’‘Never,’ she said assuredly. She looked up at him with her warm brown eyes. ‘I love you.’‘And I you,’ Mike replied, leaning down to ki...s the freckles across her nose.She scrunched her face up adorably and pulled back. ‘Your beard tickles.’ ‘I’ll shave it when we get there, if I can.’There was an age difference between them. Mike was twenty-seven, while Angi was only just nearing the end of her teenaged years at nineteen. Neither of them cared.Mike had saved Angi from certain death when she. She eased the door closed behind us and stood with her big blue eyes inches from mine. At that moment I felt so attracted to her. Within seconds we found ourselves in a deep passionate kiss. Our tongues were intertwined in a playful erotic duel. Her hands caressing my face and her fingers then running through my hair. I was so excited and nervous, feeling extreme sexual arousal. Wynona pulled me over to the bed and we lay down next to each other still embraced in passionate deep kisses. I felt. . It used to be.I was born on 2nd March 1990, the second daughter of three, to two lovingparents. My father is a manager at a big investment firm, my mother- 15years his junior- was his secretary until she fell in love with him, gotmarried and had three kids. Growing up I wanted for nothing- I lived in abig house, was spoiled rotten, went to the best schools... And yet, from avery young age I knew something was wrong, not with my family, but withme.When I say 'wrong' I of course mean 'amiss',. You don’t even know me, and yet when you write to me, you take the time to care about me and to put your own needs aside to make sure I am satisfied. I know it’s only just words we’ve shared, but you write to me with such caring. And passion too.” She was still wearing her jacket, with the hood covering her head and face. “Are you cold? Do you want to take off your coat and warm up? I can make you a coffee.” “No, I’m not cold. It’s just that…” She hesitated. “It’s just that I’m not sure about,.