Her face grew serious as she stared up at me, need playing across her graceful features. Christ, she was so tiny. She barely came up to my neck. Such ...a delicate thing, like a flower still heavy with morning dew, the droplets shimmering in the newborn light. I had an attack of conscience just then, staring into the fierce softness of her eyes. Eyes that looked at me with such longing. Despite what she was asking, it was I who was making her ask. She had absolutely no choice in the matter and. It sat up there, looking down over the valley, as if it were a King’s castle, watching over its kingdom. Billy had dark brown hair, with a hint of gold highlights and cosmic green eyes, which sent most girls reeling. His most prized possession, other than the 1983 Ford Mustang that he worked and slaved to buy, was his guitar. He was a natural talent. He never had any lessons that I’m aware of. His father, Raymond, told me once that music was in his blood. Billy had a temper, inherited from his. Put it at the foot of the bed.” I said.Kathia rolled the mirror from the corner of the room and placed it at the foot of the bed. In the mirror, I could now see both of our bodies with her ass, and my dick facing the mirror. I did this because I wanted to help myself get stimulated to the fullest extent. I slowly spread her cheeks apart, revealing her tiny vagina. My dick became even harder when I saw this, so I positioned it at the entrance of her pussy, and continued breathing hard. The head. " I'm developing my awareness, its true. I am going through a process, like a monk studying and contemplating and meditating to gain enlightenment. In fact I see myself as a monk, but a lone monk, not even a rogue monk because, as far as I know, I am alone in my process." Obviously not an ascetic process." No." I'm glad." But I have been a loner all my life, not a lot of social experiences, so I guess of all the studies I am making, sensitivity to how friends respond to me would be at the most.