All they askedwas for Jack to go undercover to help the U.S. Government ensnare aterrorist.Any resemblance of the characters depicted in the story to ...actualindividuals is coincidental. All events are the sole responsibility ofthe author. None of the scenes in this story depict minors engaged in anysexual encounter.This story has been previously posted on other sites. It is being postedhere with a strong rewrite; some new chapters have been added. I had myBFF Monica Rose edit the material so it. I can see the bedroom is rather dark with just a little light shining in through the curtains. I step quietly into the room and go to sit on the chair by the door ready to take off my shoes. Before my bum even touches the chair, the door is shut and I'm being pulled - forced even - so that my back is pushed hard against the door. I start to protest but your lips are on mine, kissing me hard and passionately, your tongue playing with mine. Your hands hold my arms against the door so I can't stop. Up against a car, or on the climbing frame in a playground (that's another story).My last boyfriend was a master. Truly. We were almost the same height, and with a little bending and prodding, we could do it freestanding, in the middle of the room. There's something about the way he could position himself, and the way I could wriggle that is beyond description. And to orgasm, standing, naked, in the middle of the room, well that's what I want. And a girl has to get what she wants. It's a new. The Summers were typified by temperatures around the 100 degrees Fahrenheit mark with clear skies and warm breezes. The Winters could see temperatures drop down to the fifties but the days were still relatively clear. Those Winter days also still had lovely, warm sunshine that drenched all the town’s afternoon activities in its embrace. This high desert climate of mostly dry sunny days just seemed to lend itself perfectly to the shedding of clothes and within three months of Janine Carlyle’s.