I managed to avoid her completely for a week, but then I was looking something up in our manual to prove a point to a team member and I spotted an err...r that had been there for who knows how long. Normally I would have just sent an e-mail about it, but I talked myself into believing that this one needed to be handled in person. Which is how I ended up standing in front of Jan's cubicle."Hi, Jan," I introduced myself, "You probably don't remember me, but I'm on the WhiteWolf development team. My. I can’t see, I can’t walk and I can barely talk.’ I responded. ‘Gary, just what the hell can I do?’ Just then Gary’s cell phone went off. After answering it he said to me. ‘Look man, I gotta go now. I’ll be back tomorrow.’ Lying there in my bed I thought to myself, just what in the hell was I going to do about this whole mess? Chapter Two In my mind I went back some six years ago. I was eighteen years old and just graduated from high school. Just three months later, after 9-11, I enlisted in. ” Joanne lies on a rug confidently exposing her young body; spread eagled. Jo has no tan lines spoiling her boobs but her pussy is white against her tanned firm hips. It only accentuates her forbidden fruit. I can’t wait any longer and Joanne lets out a low groan as my tongue traces her pussy’s lips. When I locate her clit her hands holds my head and grips me firmly, either to encourage me on or to stop her losing her balance: unimportant. I don’t stop.Her breathing increases as I explore her. "We can start there."I pulled my guitar out of its case and placed it on my knee. The lasttime I had played this song for somebody, it had been inadvertent.Madison had walked in on me while I was putting the finishing toucheson it, and I had avoided playing it for my family. The less they knewabout my love life, the better, especially after my interview on 'WakeUp!'.This time, I started the song with a bit of trepidation. Madison hadreally liked the song, but it exposed a part of my heart that.