She didnt put her picture on fb, and i also didnt have tht much of curage to ask her about her picture.She hung up the phone and I was just waiting my... gmail box to be popd up. Though I dont have that much expectation by remembering her school looks, still have an excitement.I got her mail, thumbnail was not that much clear, each moment of downloading was costing me bucks. I opend the Picture. I was just dumb-stockd, she had crossed my expectation hundred times. Describing her, would be like. Taste it babe...it will match its appearence just like u do the knife cuts like thru butter while u pinch the roll down to ur plate. As u put it in ur mouth ull close ur eyes. The lovely taste of bacon,egg plant,fetta and fresh pesto almost make u moan.. Instead a sweet mhmhmhmm cums out. Ill look at u enjoying all this. In the background ull hear the sweet sound of sade...its the sweetest taboo...matches me. Its bad that ur here,but u love it. As we finnished our plates,and i took them to the. I stopped by the mirror in the hall on the way to see Michael to fix my hair and make sure that I looked OK. Kind of pointless really considering they were blindfolded, but Oh well! When I reached Michael’s bedroom, I peeked inside the door and saw that Michael was sitting on the couch at the end of his room near the window. I quietly made my way over to him. Now, I know it isn’t a good idea to shock Michael suddenly when he isn't expecting it. He doesn’t take well to being frightened! So, I. A lust that hungered beyond the possibility of any kind of satisfaction. Moving over closer to him, I was aware that if he woke it could be the end of the possibility of touching him, so I was careful not. My vagina ached and my skin wanted his touch, but nothing would be as bad as him pulling away. My heart raced. I felt as though I were dismantling an atomic bomb. He was still on his back, not snoring but breathing heavily into the night air. My hand was moving lightly over his chest, and I.