She read the book again when she was fifteen; read it carefully, more comprehending, now. Several times in the summer of her fifteenth year, she rode ...her bicycle over to Walden Pond, not to go swimming, though that was what she told her mother, but to walk where Thoreau had walked, sit where he sat, and try to feel what he must have felt, but the best she could manage was a sickness at thinking what Thoreau would have thought if he were to rouse from his grave of over a century. Old Henry. Pete was my best friend. Just good friends to everyone else. But to each other we were a true fucking pair. I could tell him anything, except my feelings. I couldn't handle being rejected by him. I needed him. He gave me feelings deep inside my soul. I loved everything about him. His blond hair and his thin, toned body. And his eyes, I could get lost in that never-ending sea of blue. How I love starring into his eyes.I glanced at my watch, only 20 minutes to go before I would meet him. We had. She had no idea about the time, but she was glad that she didn't feel tired anymore. She rubbed her legs for a moment, because she noticed that they felt somewhat stiff from the workout they made her do yesterday.Thinking back on the things she had done yesterday, she hoped it wouldn't be this tough today. And she also hoped that she would get something to wear today. She didn't mind being naked that much, but the thought that everyone could see her shaved pussy made her somewhat ashamed. She. Mujhe ab or mat tadpao …. Show me that you are an animal ….. Come on ricky mujhe chodo apni jawan or pyasi bhabhi ko chodo (mujhe har jagha kiss krte hue).Yeh sab sunne k baad mujhse raha nai gya or fir mai bhi unhe har jagha kiss karne laga fir bhabhi ne mera muh pakda or fir mujhe smooch karne lagi mujhe un ki lipstick ka taste aa raha tha or 10-15 minute tak mai or bhabhi lip kiss karne lage….Uske baad mai kitchen mei gya or fridge se ek chocolate or chocolate syrup laya maine ek taraf wo.