Today it is my melancholy home. I pressed to catch Karen. The road was dry with an edge of old snow. Unexpectedly, out of the cold blue of the day a S...iren! Loud, and frightening. Intense blue lights flashed in my rearview mirror. Son of a Bitch! I exclaimed harshly, raising my tone to my most pissed off octave. I drudgingly pulled to the side, head held low with anxiety. I watched the officer bounce out of his cruiser through my mirror. I opened the window; my face winced at the cold and the. She was of medium build with shoulder length hair and eyes that could look somewhere into the depths of your soul. Saranya had an air about her that bespoke elegance without pretense. To look simply at her physical appearance would reveal nothing extraordinary. Yet to be close to her and watch her for a time would take your breath away. To talk with her revealed an emotional depth and understanding that spanned many lifetimes. She could converse on many subjects with authority, yet would never. Then she leaned on me and kept her head on my left shoulder. With my left hand, I held around her back, while my right cupped her left breast. When I had met her a few hours earlier, I had no idea I would be catching her nude breast soon. The feeling of soft touch of her breast on my palm was giving me great excitement. I ran my hand all over the boob in circular motions. I could feel its flesh hardening as well as the brown nipple getting firm and erect. My fingers massaged the tissues on her. “I thought his was my present,” I said in a confused tone. “Is there more?” “Yes,” he laughed lightly. “There is more. Can I give it to you.” “Of course,” I said excitedly, wondering what it could be that he would have for me. Kissing me felt like more than enough to make this a wonderful Birthday. Corey kissed my lips one more time, before kissing his way down my chin and around my neck. I moaned as he lightly nibbled around my collarbone. Corey kissed at my neck for a few minutes before.