That makes it a lot more... memorable!" Mmmmm" Mark moaned.Heather punched some keys on the keyboard and the program started.Mark's breath was skippin...g as he absorbed the mental scene."Here's special treat for you," Heather said. She took Jennifer'spanties that Lori had just delivered to her and placed them againstMark's nose. They were damp... and smelled amazing.Mark was completely lost as the program ran into his head. The mostamazing lesbian sex he could imagine (and then some). And as. Besides having its own special place in the diner, that warning postcard was the source of unending conversation, none of which came near the boring truth. Sometime in the distant past, it was said, a forgotten short order cook taped it there after an inebriated regular attempted to secure financing for a meal. Someone thought the cook’s last name had been Short. Others argued that Shorty had been the cook’s nickname, given by an equally forgotten waitress. Still others claimed that the. She looked up at my face and back down as I stroked myself gently and slowly with a finger.She glance round at her sleeping husband and quietly moved and slipped into the seats behind and opposite me. I shifted and eased my jeans down a little so when she sat down and looked back I had it all out, proud and erect, and throbbing. Sitting deeper in the seats with her back to the window, half reclining she raised one leg onto the seat and at the same time pulled her skirt right up to her. Day after my Birthday ---CI want him. I want him so bad. Why do I want him? I spent the evening socializing with other choir people. I thought of a new way to do what? I lost my train of thought. I was just thinking how I feel like that one Beatles song. [I Want You]. I want to kiss you. I want to make out with you. I want to lick your face. I want to smear my body against you. I want to sleep with you naked. I want to want to hang my breasts just in front of your face till you come up to suck.