His fingers caressing my clit, not pressing how I like. I moan in disappointment.He whispers in my ear, "take them, off baby girl."His breath tickles ...my ear, making me giggle. I slowly pull my pants off just how he likes. Wiggling my ass as my pants go down my legs. He gets behind me; his hand smacks my bare ass. I get my pants off, finally naked in front of him.His gaze on my ass as I sway my hips. Suddenly his body is against my back, his hands squeezing my breast. His hard body rubs against. " Okay, but what's this journal you mentioned?" Oh, glad you reminded me. My journal's been such a part of my shifting; I forgot you don't have one yet. Follow me." Peter went upstairs with his mom to her room. She dug into the bottom of her dresser and pulled out two "blank" books and handed them to Peter. "These are your journals. One will be your 'me' journal. That will be filled out by my Peter when he gets back. When you get back to your world, fill it out with personal data about you. The. He glanced up the stairs and I surmised that his parents must be home. He came closer and opened slide open the door a crack. ‘Paula! Wha tha…I mean…’ Matt tried to find words and I pressed my finger to his lips knowing it was going to be so much better if he didn’t talk. Matt and I moved back into his room with my finger on his lips and our eyes locked. Behind us Alicia shut out the growing sound of crickets in the back yard by shutting the door. Music played from his stereo and the light of. Mr. Ealey --" -- Call me Jim" -- Jim, Can you understand me clearly?"I nodded, and he continued. "Jim, Dr Adams -- Catherine -- was only able to give us a few details about you. Your friend Tom Masterson gave us some others, but I need to ask you some questions if that's alright." He'd spoken to Tom, too? That was fast. He pulled a chair from the side of the room and sat down next to the bed. The nurse handed him the charts from the foot of the bed, and went to open the blinds.He ran through.