It strikes me as a bolt of lightning to the core of my being, that touch. What can I say, we men are designed from the atomic level up to love you, to... want you, to die if we can't have you. The taste of a woman is a part of the feel of her. Lips feel like pillows, red chinz, tightly packed. Like one of those little shiny square sugar mints, except springy. Her teeth like porcelain as I run my tongue over them, and then her tongue dances with mine, each contact as if it were an electric shock. He withdrew again, leaving only his tip hovering just inside her, warmed by her delicious body.“Hmm, Jared,” she hummed with mock disapproval. “You really are going to make me say it, aren’t you?”In response, Jared carved into her again. He kept it torturously slow. Pleasure squeezed a tiny sigh from her supple body. He knew she was ready for a proper fucking, but he liked to draw it out, make her wait. Make her say it.She’d hold out as long as she could, and sometimes he wondered if he really. I was little surprised but then he hugged me and he said that he was attracted to me especially when he saw me today after the bath. I felt like a gal at that moment, I also hugged him tight standing up. I cud feel his hard on. I told him to kiss me. Then we had long lip kiss.I then touched his dick and feel the bulge and see his excitement. He told me let’s go to the bathroom and let’s take shower together. We went to the washroom. I unbuttoned his shirt slowly and kissing his chest.He then. On the occasional mornings Tara was too sick to come to school, Tracy picked up her homework assignments for her, and made sure she got them that afternoon.Tara's other loyal friend was my brother, Stephen.My parents nearly hit the roof when they found out Stephen was one of the suspected fathers. They cried, they wailed, they gnashed their teeth, they grounded him until his twenty-first birthday. They calmed down a little when Stephen finally told them Tara had already been pregnant when he.