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"Kim held up a hand. "That's just it. I don't know. Yesterday it wasBrandon, I could see these colors. I knew what they meant. Does thatmake sense to you?"Bobbie nodded. "I see them, too," The confession played some relief onKim's face."I just... needed to feel him. Does that make sense?"It did. Bobbie had learned what the colors meant, mostly through trialand error.Lots of error."It's almost like I could see what he wanted." This is scary, Bobbie," Kim's voice cracked. "I've been..... horny isn'tthe right word. It just keeps happening. I don't know what I'm gonnado."Bobbie dragged on the cigarette again. "Look, don't do anything." I don't think She'll let me do that." Who?" Lust."Bobbie winced at the mention of the name."I can't help it. If I don't, then it just happens on its own," Sheflung herself forward and embraced Bobbie.Bobbie hugged back, she could both feel and hear Kim smelling her andabsorbing her warmth."I'm scared, Bobbie. Like really scared. God, you smell so. Her hair was in my face. I took deep breaths of her sweet herbal perfumed hair. The skin of her back was so smooth and silky. The smell of her hair got me all romantic again. I whispered in her ear.‘Time for the breasts ‘She roped around and almost pleadingly said:S: I can’t take it anymore. Fuck me first. It’s been too long….enna nalla oolu…aprom en molaya nee kanavula kooda nanaikatha mathiri sapdalam. Komatta Komatta ootren.(fuck my brains out. Then I’ll shoe you heaven in was you’ve never dreamed off)The lust in her eyes couldn’t be any clearer. I got up, rolled over. She got up, stripped to her jacket and smiled. Secretions were dripping from her vagina. She took some of it and licked it all.up. my 7 inch c was in attention for her.She positioned herself gingerly and slowly mounted me. She slowly got my organ in inch by inch, wincing in pain and pleasure all the way. She giggled and moaned as my c entered her v. The rhythm was gyrating at first, she was in a trance. So was I,.
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“Thanks,” as I took the pipe. Mark exhaled deeply – turned out that was a huge hit he’d just taken and smoke went everywhere. I gestured the pipe back to him and he waved it away. “No thanks man, that was my third – I’m good. You go a bit and catch up!”And so I took a couple hits while he just watched me with a ridiculous stoner grin.Just then his phone rang on the wall over the side-table of the bed. He leaned way over me to reach it, basically laying his bare torso onto my lap, and grabbed the phone (it was an old-fashioned hard-wired phone on the wall from the 90’s days). He just laid there on me, with the short phone cord to the wall, while he talked. And with the pot hitting me, and Mark laying on me indifferently talking, I found myself urgently fighting another hard-on. He didn’t seem to notice though. He finished his call, sat back up, and then ended up leaning into me against my shoulder as we talked (since it was a small bed everything was in a tight space, which.

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