Where the pillow rubbed and elsewhere, like your nipples.”“Mmm,” she murmurs, her hand caressing a budding breast. “Could you show me?”He si...hs. “Not a good idea.”“Why not?”“Aside from being inappropriate, it makes me uncomfortable.”“Because you want to fuck me and you shouldn’t?”“Of course I want to. You’re just like a just ripe fruit, aglow with it, the flesh never so supple and tender, demanding to be plucked and tasted. Especially you. Your beauty and grace and litheness and irrepressible. Push down the pant to knees…pull out the vest .. make me fully naked…knead the silky mound of butts .. turn me on .. press the bulge of boobs .. suck one after the other… wowww…ohhhh .. how blissful this could be.I get annoyed .. why he is not doing this to me .. why .. whyy.My imagination enriches the flow of electric waves throughout my body.In the night I just roll on the bed .. can not sleep .. female hormone in my body prompt me to run close to Dipu…hug him tightly .. bury face in his. " Cupid will never shoot you; anyone who has seen you is already in love." Princess, your picture is painted on Peter's gate and all who pass it weep for not having seen you in real life." You are an angel, a goddess, and everything else." Though I am not worthy to even hear your voice, please tell me your name."OK, I admit it. I'm not a poet. That is the worst ode to beauty ever seen by man. Perhaps a better description of her beauty would be say that she was a beautiful as my poetry was. . can I come down?" Of course!"She passed him a hold-all and clambered down, moving aside so he could close the hatch again, then flung herself against him. "I felt so lonely." Come in the saloon; I've got the stove going."She stripped off her fleece jacket and woolly hat as she followed him in, tossing them over a chair, curling up in his lap as soon as he sat on the sofa, pressing herself against him. They sat like that, then the penny dropped for Terry."That's what was wrong! Why didn't I.