When our lips touch and our bodies join it is like a thousand fires. I am lost in your beauty and filled with the memory of your smell, your taste, yo...ur touch. I long to kiss your lips, to look into your sensual eyes and know the sadness and desire that hides in your soul. Sometimes I look and childlike you look back at me, but it is the woman that I desire not the child.There is no fear, no outside world, no one else when we are together. For a moment we can be lost in a story, a beautiful. I went ahead and used the smaller of my dump trucks to pull the tractor trailer. I pull it a lot of the time with my big pickup, but not up that driveway. Hell, I've been up it a thousand times I guess, while we were building the convention center, but I still respect it. One mistake and you're toast, so I chose a truck I knew would easily handle the tractor and trailer on a steep slope." I don't blame you. Hey, I'll bet the driveway cut down on the sightseers while you were building the. "Come on, I'm hungry." Monique's hands shook as she picked up the fork and started to scoop a bit of eggs."I like ketchup mixed in with my eggs slut, but not too much." I loved the way Monique whimpered, it was such a soft delicate sound. She grabbed for the bottle of ketchup and squirted on a few drops. Her eyes looked to me for approval."Good, now mix it in." I could still tell she was terrified of me, and I wanted to keep it that way."Give me a bite." The fork trembled in Monique's hand as. I guess she came and that was that. She warned me to never tell mom and dad, which I wisely took to heart. It was some time before anything else happened, outside of some minor voyeurism and exhibitionism. In fact, she was married now, and had a house. I was 15 at time and partied of course. Well s*s and her husband also partied and I spent many a weekend night partying at their house. We would play cards and such, some times toying with the idea of playing strip poker when one of.