My hands begin by running themselves all over your chest, feeling the warmth of your body against my touch. We kiss for what seems like hours, as out ...ongues play with one and others. My hands begin to slide from your chest down to your pants, unzipping then and sliding them down to the floor. I have you step out of them so I can run and hang them up too. Again you watch as I scamper across the floor, then as I turn and walk back to you I notice how your cock as began to grow. Bringing myself. See, we were celebrating our six month anniversary; six months of clandestine dating, and we were just beginning to discover the interesting parts of each other. Like the idea that Priscilla was a hard core dyed-in-the-wool masochist, and the idea of a screaming orgasm for her involved actual screaming. Students are so much fun to fuck. So in some ways, the idea that we were left behind with the Curse was the best thing that could ever happen to us.The world population was reduced in the. I left a message. It struck me as curious, but I had enough work to keep me busy that I didn't give it much thought.I called that night and left a message. I couldn't imagine where he could be, but I had countless pages in front of me and speculating on his whereabouts was not going to get me through them.Monday: no answer, message, no return. I was starting to panic. Had something happened to him? Had I done something to scare him away? Or, worse yet, had all this been an elaborate setup to. Gracie threw the paper over her head and began to slyly move her hands over the covers to Jasmine’s legs. Jasmine blushed slightly as her hand made contact for the first time. Unsure about all of this, Jasmine kept her legs firmly shut. Gracie carried on playfully rubbing her hand up and down whilst whispering in her ear. “Think of home, Jaz,” she whispered. Her hand rubbed up her thigh once more before Jasmine began to slowly open them. “Good girl,” Gracie whispered as her hand crept inside.