For all her self righteous crap she loved sex but would feel so bad about what she'd done.... Oh spare me. You were happy with my dick in your ass las... night. Why the sad "I should never have done that" routine? It was a constant yo-yo of "Fuck me like the whore I am" to "Oh I sinned, I've got to go confess and pray". Jesus what an ass pain. In a way I loved her but loved fucking her even more. We were nearly done with law school and I was seeing the end to many things regarding my college. Unable to stand anymore torment, Emily cried out, “Oh please…please, touch me. I want it so bad.” “Where do you want my touch?” Carrie asked, trailing kisses down her belly, “Tell me.” “Oh God…touch my pussy, please,” she begged. “Just touch?” Carrie teased, her hand hovering just above Emily’s sweet mound. “Touch, taste, lick, finger…please…Oh my God, please,” Emily panted, her hips bucking as if trying to get closer to Carrie’s hand. Sitting on her knees, Carrie was face to pussy with. “I was in fact born and mainly raised in Argentina, also in the UK, and my family is of British origin. I was at St George’s School in Buenos Aires, very Anglo, so I’m bi-lingual in English and Spanish. You’re very observant.”“We’re from Paris originally but have lived down here for about ten years. I’m an interior designer, and own some stores on the Cote d’Azur, and my husband is a dentist.” Well, they’re not short of money. “Well, it’s getting hot in here,” she said, putting her hand on. I wanted to start a federal funded grant research project called BEE.inc.( Biological enhancement engineering) then after a couple notebooks of writing down information about gene splicing and nanofabrication, I wanted to work for the CIA doing paramilitary operations. Meaning, basically i wanted to eliminate the monsters that exist on this wonderful blue ball we all live on. I was 14 and knew how to spell "Chechnya" and " Human Trafficking" before i knew the difference between" I want" and " I.