As my body begins to tingle at my own caress, I close my eyes and let the scene play out in my mind. I greet him at the door and act surprised to see ...him. I’m draped in the summer gown he has only heard about. Stepping outside, the moonlight brings his attention to my white shoulders and the thin straps just barley holding the gown on my body. The wind blows my hair back revealing my hardened nipples just asking him to touch them. A slight shiver brings his body close to mine as we try to say. Either way, I find her very captivating. That woman with short dark hair is well endowed upstairs and is slightly taller than I am. Probably the most interesting thing about Noor is that she has several tattoos. Normally I find tattoos on a woman a real turnoff, but somehow they seem to make Noor look hotter. I really can't understand why I feel that way about her tats. I don't really think that this particular woman killed Kat, but I do think that she knows something helpful to my case.. All my attention returned to memorizing every sound that entered my ears.About a half mile from home, Tracey’s whimpers turned to muffled cries. I couldn’t help but turn and watch as she shuddered and shook, her face buried in Mike’s shoulder. When she looked up, she met my eyes. Hers were glazed in pleasure. Mine were filled with awe.I didn’t masturbate to the memories for almost a day.The next away game was much like the first. With a nod, Mike invited me to join them. He said my presence. Monica’s story Jennifer finally showed up, wanting to change into some clothes more suitable for hiking in the woods. She grabbed her old Wranglers, and had to put on those old, ugly, black-and-white saddle oxfords for shoes, she really didn’t have anything else. I just had to tease her: ‘Y’all going to make whoopie out in the woods or go skinny dipping in the river?’ ‘No! I mean, Mark hinted at it, but what if we got caught?’ ‘So what if you get caught? What’s it going to hurt?’ ‘Monica, don’t.