But again, I rationalized to myself that you probably were just a touchy-feely kind of person. Yes, I am stupid. Sometimes you just need to come over ...and write CLUE on my forehead before I get the hint. My memory leaps forward like skipping chapters in a book as I focus in on one of my most intense memories, every detail burned into my brain as if only a moment has passed. You had come over to help me study and brought me Indian food per my request less than an hour ago when I was on the phone. You step out onto the balcony, and lean on the railing, looking out at the sky from the third floor room. I have quietly followed you out so that I can continue to drink of your beauty, and as you sigh at the beautiful night and the cool breeze in the hot summer night, I step up behind you. My right hand lightly grazes your cheek, and with your eyes closed you think it’s a breeze until my left hand reaches around your waist and I press in closer to you, my arousal making itself evident to your. He walked me to mine and we kissed. He took my hands in his and then put his arms around my waist, pulling my hands behind me. He held me like this for a long time as we continued to kiss. For some reason, I asked him if he liked me with my hands behind me like I was handcuffed. I have no idea why I asked that. I had never been handcuffed except over twenty years ago when I was in college and was arrested for shoplifting. He smiled at me and said that I felt good against him like that. He asked. Streeetch... Oooh.OK, that's it! Marking with her thumbnail, she slowly pulled it out, to measure it. Wow. 13 inches. Who would have guessed? She clevised the rod in place and rotated the head, measuring and adjusting until she was happy.Sitting on the floor in sweats, Kelly looked over her work. This thing was powerful. That was a twenty amp 3-phase motor! This thing could really hurt her in a place that... Lubrication. Damn. She forgot about lube!The timer could go to 2 hours... what a.