I didnt want to move. My pussy became instantly soaked at the sight and I wanted to see what would happen next, so I positioned myself where I couldnt... be seen, and started to finger my steaming hot cunt while I watched. The man had his hands on the back of her small red head, and was grinding that monster of a cock down into her, and she was taking it like a pro! I could see her throat and lips stretched out, and she was breathing through her nose every time hed pull back for another thrust.. ‘You… You’re going to enlist?’ Her voice came out weaker than she had expected, not wanting the love of her life to do this, even if it did make him happy. ‘Natasha… We’ve gone through this…’ He said quietly, his blue eyes trying to meet hers, but she was no longer look at him. Sure, they had gone through a million times as friends since the start of junior year when Gage made it clear that he wouldn’t be applying for college alongside his best friend. They hadn’t been a couple then and. His music was rocking the decks from Lhasa to Reykjavik, from Pyongyang to Sao Paolo, and from Exeter where it was produced to Beijing where his revenue stream was calculated, subdivided and redistributed. It might be pitifully small but at least Psychlone was able to make a living from his art. It was all conceived and generated on his laptop where only thirty years before the sounds he created would have taken the resources of the world's best recording studios (when such things existed).. . seeing ... Bobby. It was more than a mere ‘desire.’ It was a drive. She took the phone and put it to her ear. As a “muse” sometimes inhabits an author’s fingers, something in her brain took over and spoke for her.“Mrs. Pendleton,” she said. “Hi. I’m mortified that I didn’t think of having Bobby call you sooner. We’re still at school. I got stuck with monitoring detention this week. Bobby was my only charge and we got to talking about his math homework. I minored in Mathematics. We both sort.