"You mean you don't remember how long you were on heroin?" No, I really don't. I have amnesia. I don't remember anything that happened to me before, l...ike, a few months ago, and I was already an addict then. Maybe one of my tricks hit me over the head or something." Well, that period of your life's over now," Gina said. "It's probably best you don't remember."I told her about my job, and how I was living with the owner of the Metaphysical Store now. I mentioned Natalie too, and the titles of. Then he abandoned her crotch, held her right arm and lowered his lips to the crook of her elbow. He traced kisses down her forearm and then took her hand and drew it to his mouth. He sucked and nibbled on each manicured finger. When his saliva had bathed the pinky on her right hand, he repeated the same process on her left hand. When that was done, to his satisfaction-- and he thought hers as he interpreted her sighs and wiggles--he bent over, lowered his head and began to kiss her bare knees.. Kimmy was Asian, with huge brown eyes, long, straight black hair, and a slim, taut body. She was a couple inches shorter than Allie, who was much curvier, with big boobs and an ample butt. Her light brown hair was shoulder-length and a little curly, and her eyes were light green and sparking.Kimmy and Allie had been friends since the third grade, but over the last year they’d become more than friends. They’d always been close — in fact they even shared a birthday, and had both turned 18 just a. - are you feeling my ass? thats inapropriate. wait, your finger is searching a way deeper in me.its your finger, isnt it?i pressed my left hand on her mouth with enough strenghth so she could easyly breath but couldnt move her lips to talk.that made her wonderfully shaped hairy pussy to wet my bold fimngers more.she felt my strenghth and it was funny that she decided not to resist. i didnt feel any strugle or any atempt to bite my left hand.i brought my long finger of my right hand to her face.