I drove all night, not paying attention to the direction I was heading. I ran out of money and gas somewhere in Nevada late the next afternoon. I pull...ed on to the side of the road and looked around. There was nothing. I kicked my car a couple of times out of frustration, sat down on the side of the road, pulled my legs close to my chest, and started crying. Jonathan found me the following morning. I was still on the side of the road, the tears had long dried. Not really caring if Jonathan was. I didn't know how to. Her fingertips first touched my lips, then traveled very slowly down past my neck, past my stomach, under my shirt. She kissed me so softly, the softest kiss I had ever felt. When Chris kissed me his lips felt hard and rough. Her lips were so soft. Her lips felt better than Chris's. They tasted better too. She flicked the tip of my tounge with hers, slowly and softly, while her fingers caressed my stomach. She found a ticklish spot that made me jump and giggle a. What was strange was the feeling of the strokes in her body. Janelle slowed the hand and moved it gently until it was stroking just the head of the penis. Then she moved it back down and rubbed the shaft and imagined that her lips were kissing the head, then surrounding it. Her body moved up and spun around, leaving his on the bed, but her knees stayed inside him so they were still connected, and her ghostly lips moved down and tasted him. The feel of lips on his penis was enough to bring Bob. ”Tasha put her hands on her hips, “So, Mikhail Petrovich, you got what you wanted and now you’re done with me?”“That’s not what I’m saying!” I protested. “And I would say YOU got what YOU wanted!”“You wanted it just as much as I did! Do you deny that?”“No. But I was willing to wait. Tasha, I like spending time with you and doing things together. I want to make love with you, but if that’s ALL we do, then I think our future course is already determined.”“Wasn’t it determined BEFORE you entered.