..mmm.... how....could...nnn...you?!” I smiled and replied “ I thought this is what you wanted?” Before she could answer I began passionately ki...ssing her feeling her moan through the kisses as fucked her. Eventually we ended up in a sitting/crouching position with her legs clamped around my waist and my hands on her tight arse moving it up and down. I knew she was approaching a big one, her nails dug into my back, her legs grew tighter and the muscles in her pussy drew me deeper and deeper. I. A bit worried. Uh. Especially when they told me I couldn't write it down and read off a paper." Laughter. He'd actually ended up rehearsing for about three hours, and he had some vague idea of what he wanted to say. Not much of one, though. "But, I mean, come on. How do you explain what you think of two of the best people you know?"I met Brandon in eighth grade, through a friend of mine. I didn't know him very well, 'cause he went to a different school at the time, but Rob said he'd be. At night she dreamt of his thin strong mouth lapping at her wet pussy, his stubble scratching her delicate skin- arousing her more and more. She wore shorter skirts and left the top button of her blouse undone. She kept walking past his desk, moving her hips in a seductive way. Going over to ask him questions she already knew the answers to, sitting on the edge of his desk- legs slightly parted while she talked to him. She could see him stealing glances up her skirt or down her top and it only. Smith. I like to discuss with you about the accident. As you can see in the photos, your car is completely destroyed in an explosion. When the fire department came by to pull your body out of the wreckage. There wasn't a single burn on your skin or injuries -besides a scar on your head. I find your accident to be abnormal." He pause. "Do you remember anything, Terry?"Terry scans the photo. He couldn't remember a single detail about his accident. "No sir. I wish I can give you some explanations,.