At first I didn't know what to think. It didn't feel wrong, but I was a little nervous about the proceedings. I thought nothing could shock me any mor...e, but he proved me wrong again. Before I knew it, I was laying on my bed with him stradling my hips and holding my arms above my head. Still massaging my tongue with his, I felt his hands begin caressing the curves of my sides and eventually making their way to my breasts. That was more than I could handle for one night. Things like this. I couldn't tell you what hour it was, I couldn't tell you what day it was, The only thing I could honestly tell you is that the day this all began is every persons worst nightmare of a day, That day was the day I would leave my house for the final time, Only a few days before I had lost my parents in a tragic car accident, I would prefer not to go into details of the horrific accident so yeah lets just carry on with the story, As I was saying, Bad day for me, Leaving the house I had spent the. It wasn’t necessarily the last time I’d see any of them, as we might still run into each other at the Commencement ceremonies, but there was a definite “goodbye” vibe this evening as the party started to break up. For a moment, I briefly reminisced about Dayna and Brandi’s End-of-the-Year barbecue four years ago, and how little I’d seen of Monique, Julie, Kerri, or anyone else from that group of friends since.Some of the froshlings were drunk and horny and trying to crawl into each other’s. She feels that she's doing something truly worthwhile, not just climbing a corporate ladder."John sat quietly, seemingly lost in thought. He then focused again on Irene and asked, "How do you know this, Irene? Are you staying in touch with Essi... with Esther?" Of course, John. That's a silly question. Esther is a dear friend. We talk at least once a week." Irene hesitated a moment then continued. "She doesn't date, John. She hasn't dated anyone since you two divorced. I just thought that you.
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