Either she loves this song too much or she is trying to draw my attention. Reason why I am saying this cause firstly I am man and all I think about is... sex. Secondly this particular song had become at least 6months old by now. No one listens to a 6 month old song again and again.Anyways as my way of saying yes baby I am getting your signal and I want to fuck you. I started tapping my finger on my knees as if I was enjoying the song as well. But nothing happened. Soon the final destination of the. I’m a dreamer. And this is my confession. There is very little about you that I don’t find fascinating. Your hair, your eyes, your nose; I would love to run my hands through your reddish hair, all while tenderly kissing every freckle on your face. Taking pause from the freckle attention, I gently kiss your lips. I’ve often wondered what sort of kisser you are. Do you open your mouth, and use your tongue to explore the inside of my mouth, or wrestle with my tongue? Do you keep your lips pursed,. "Yeah, that's why we're here. This time I need some makeup for him!" You're kidding me, right?" But then she corrected herself beforeSandy could answer. "No, I can see for sure that you're not." Sheshook her head. "Let me guess, you want me to do a full makeover onhim, right?" No way!" Sandy replied. "Not till I get my claws into him first! Wejust need some decent makeup for him to work with." Ashley looked abit surprised... if not disappointed. "Ashley, this is Mel," Sandyadded. "She. .." Inez, I KNOW! I know probably better than Jason does! I have seen you, in the throes of orgasm, while Jason abuses you! Come here!"Inez got up on shaky legs, and came around Armand's desk, to see the monitor imbedded in the desktop. Armand flicked switches, and the Hernandez' sitting room appeared on the monitor."Nothing that goes on in this house escapes me, Inez. Nothing -- at least, not for very long. And you and Jason can be very entertaining. Now, tell me again about the rapes?" It....