And although I'd probably rather not know, to be honest, I suppose that I really ought to, but let me just explain about the memory thing, first, if I...may."Five years ago I was in France with my parents, so I've been told. My father was driving his car and I was in the front passenger seat. Anyway, there was an accident, during which both my father and I were seriously injured: I don't know all the details, but I had serious head trauma, which required brain surgery—hence the scar. Well, the. She groans and I smile. She lifts her head and, even though we don't speak and can't see each other, our lips find the other's and my fingers slide into her hair and hold her lips to mine as our mouths open and our tongues wrestle, each trying to taste the other.I roll onto my side, facing her, as we continue to kiss. One hand under her neck, the other goes to her hip. She has one arm under me, the other is now gently rubbing my back, sending shivers up and down my spine. We both know the. One after another I kept squeezing her nipples with the other hand, ever so gently so as to not wake up the sleeping beauty. After 15-20 mins her nipples were erect and I thought it would be pushing it if I got too far and stopped right there. As soon as my hand got free of her boobs I began to leave when she caught me by my wrist. BUSTED, was all I could think. I couldn’t believe it when she placed my hand on her soft lips and kissed it. She then got up with half opened eyes and pulled me. "You can take those panties out of your mouth now. Go get that wrapped box and bring it back here. Now, slut!" Amy got up and had to stabilize herself for a moment - her knees were still a bit wobbly. She went to get the box and brought it back to the computer screen. "That's better. Now place it on the floor in front of you and kneel." Amy did as he told her, not quite understanding what was going on. "Unwrap the box and take out what is in it." Amy carefully unwrapped the box and opened it..