I am cold, even deep down. for whatever reason, i am so abrasive and nonchalant when it comes to expressing my emotions to another person. passion, ar...t, fucking, fighting…all of those things i practice at a white hot level of fever. but love, no. my love is not giving or kind or non-judgmental or easy. in fact, this frightening love, the ‘fear of losing something that means everything’, i don’t understand. have i reduced my life to a pit of burden over it? not really, no. you see, i like my tea. ." Are you fucking serious? Turn the fucking game on!" someone screamedfrom the center part of the yard. I looked over and saw they were crowdedaround a big flat screen TV. Our school is division one, so sports are abig draw. Tonight was some big rival game I had no interest in."Again, if you're just tuned in we are about to go live to a pressconference from NASA about the blue solar flares," a newscaster said."Dude, where are you going?!" Brad yelled from the edge of the pit. But Ibarely heard. They are so firm! Making me want to get a breast job,” she laughed. She pulled me down into the seat. Spreading my legs, she rubbed her face into my jeans clad pussy. I felt a vibration over my clit. Wondering what the hell is vibrating on my pussy, I moaned and pushed my pussy into her face. Kissing back up my naked chest, I finally got to feel her soft lips on mine. She tasted sweet. Her plump lips brushed softly over mine. I touched her tongue with mine, and she sucked the tip of my tongue. There were parts she didn't remember ... parts she wished she didn't remember ... it was awful ... it was sad ... it got worse when she was 12 and the neighbor ... Oh My God ... he wasn't a boy. It was his father ... John ... she had blocked it ... she wasn't a voluntary participant in the nightmare of her life after 12. The bastard had SOLD her to his friends and enjoyed slapping her around while she was penetrated in three holes ... she HATED it ... She fucked everything ... dogs, horses,.