"Maybe because I don't feel like being mauled like I was some two bit hooker," she snapped.She could see the anger as it flashed in his eyes, turning ...them to gold. He pushed his hand into his hair, and she could see that she'd gotten to him. "Two bit hooker? Dammit Mira, I've done no such thing." Maybe in your eyes."Hunter glared at her and she could see that he was now angry. He reached out, grabbing her arm and yanking her along behind him as he headed down another three flights of stairs. He. I lay back down as we make out for a good deal longer before you feel the tip of me try to enter you...Realizing I'm trying to enter you, you begin to push me off of you, motioning for me to sit at the end of the bed. I oblige and sit back, legs spread as I watch you lower yourself down onto your knees, one hand wrapped around my shaft as you begin to lick up the shaft, across the tip, my precum making a string as you pull your tongue away, eyes full of lust at this point...I watch at least. ’ Isn’t that what this woman did for this c***d, a c***d she doesn’t know, helping a mother she doesn’t know? Of course it is. Buddha, you know I like to quote Buddha, said, ‘Just as a candle cannot burn without fire, men cannot live without a spiritual life’. Does that mean coming to church? I don’t think that defines spiritual. Perhaps, it could be a life expressed in love, for if you are able to live your life in love, wouldn’t you have to have a higher connection than yourself? Buddha also. Again he crawled under the sink. This time i bent down so that he had a clear view of my bra less boobs as my loose top draped away from my body. I could tell by the big grin on his face that he liked what he saw. A moment later he asked me to hand me a wrench, which i did and he took another look. I took another look at his pants and could not believe how much that faint outline had grown. It looked long and fat but not really hard yet. The next time he asked for something i put my hand on his.