That often skips a generation, too."Funny, isn't it, how a gentle kiss can seem more passionate than yesterday's crotch-grabbing tongue wrestlers.Her ...lips moved back, but her nose remained against mine. "Uncle Randy, I have something for you." Another present?" Uh huh. Sort of. Your goodnight kiss that you did without." It was as soft and gentle as the preceding one, and it seemed even more passionate. "And your good morning kiss." Didn't I already get that one?" I don't think so. It was an I. It went quiet for a brief moment, and then he heard a strange slurping sound, and the guy let out a long low moan. A masculine voice growled, “Yeah, suck that cock, bitch.” Bradley’s hand let his bag drop to the ground, as he stared at the girl’s back and bottom, mesmerized by her body and the knowledge of what she was doing with her steady bobbing back and forth. The sound of the bag landing didn’t deter them even slightly. After just a few minutes, the girl stood again and the smacking. ” She smiled the prettiest smile I’ve seen in my life and I sank into my chair. Over the next few weeks, nothing really happened. Ms. Rose seemed pretty quiet and shy and actually had a bit of trouble controlling our rowdy class. She seemed like an innocent, shy woman until one day mid-Autumn… We were working on clay models; modeling after some artist I can’t remember. My friend Danni knew I had a crush on the student teacher, and would give me looks whenever Miss Rose and I interacted. I was. That must have been the best day of my life. So back to the party. Turns out, Hunter went kind of crazy and broke the vase that my mom’s mom’s mom (great grandma for short) had with a baseball bat, so he got kicked out. Trust me, by this point, everyone was relieved. Hunter’s such a loser. At about 10:00 PM everyone had cleared out, besides my girlfriend, and we were all wondering when her mom would come and pick her up, but it turns out her mom would be a little bit late due to a fire.