His touch was so tender, so caressing, so loving.When his hands skimmed across my nipples, they swelled up and got so hard, I thought they would burst... I took my fingers and showed him how I liked them touched. He rolled them between his thumb and finger, pulled them gently, and pinched them, quitting just before it hurt.My whole body was on fire. My pussy was soaked. I writhed and bucked underneath him. "Oh God, Matt, oh God, oh God, Maaatt," I shouted, as I had a crashing orgasm. I lay back,. Not that he could recall, at any rate. In fact, now that he thought about it, the only thing he remembered drinking last night was a glass of wine from that weird, stressed-out bottle his mom had produced from somewhere.As he lay in bed, Eric recalled the funny way in which the wine had spilt, from the bottle to the glass. It had been slower, apparently thicker than any red he'd ever seen, and looked like liquid silk, dark crimson in colour, and nearly opaque. The taste had been... somewhere. Returning the bathroom ,applying my makeup doing my hair then the finishing touch. my lips I paint red blotting them looking in the mirror,Smiling he will not be able to resist. Packing the truck with a blanket,pillows and the picnic basket, looking at the timeOh got to get a move on errands to run and a two hour drive. Making the drive listening to music as my thoughts run wild ,the drive Roy's by,pulling onto the road to the pond I notice my man is already there smiling as I park the. At my job I moved up and became a store manager, so that was enough to cover rent and help pay for her school. Hey its not like we live in the most luxurious apartment complex. And the fact that her parents give her money for bills and groceries every month helps out as well. “Ok fine.” I said. “What else did you say?” “Ugh! I said I’m going to my parents’ house for the weekend!” she snapped. “Oh yeah… well you know what happens when you talk to me while I’m playing Playstation.” She rolled her.