"Don't DREAM it, BE it". Go outand DO that stuff; don't tell M... about it!!? Though Iadmit, some of you write really well.?Post that stuff online, don't send it to ME! EIGHTAlthoughI'm sure you're a nice guy (or in a few cases a GIRL(!)), I don't want to meetyou at a motel for a "play session", pose for pictures, be in yourhome movie, or any of the other creative stuff you request (see my blog).? But mainly. "If she's really there..." She's there!" Melissa said and left the waiting room.Marius' fingers were digging into Alexandra's arms as he held them down, pressing them into the mattress. He was balancing on the verge of orgasm. Alexandra could hear it in his breathing. She could feel it inside. He was moving cautiously back and forth with short, jerky moves. Now and then the pleasure took him over and a prolonged groan left him. He held Alexandra's arms in an iron grip. He was holding her too. ..., you bet I could.Gill and Beck turned to face me. “So, what did you think?, Gill asked. Before I could tell them that someone in the benches would have a heart attack, Beck exclaimed, “A statue, we could make a statue with Will, everybody knows he is going to make the Olympic team, they will love it, we have our stallion and we can be the rider's, lets try Gill, please, I have seen something like it, I'll show you, you don't mind if we both climb on you, do you Will, please?”. “As long as. ?Melissa, I have to ask,? I said as they arrived in the suite. ?If I’m going to be naked all the time, why did you get my clothes???I don’t intend for you to spend the rest of your life at the house,? Melissa answered. ?We’ll still go out like we always did. And when we do, I want you wearing your clothes. I don’t need to show anyone that I own you. The fact that you can only go out with my permission will be plenty.??You mean, you want me wearing your clothes,? I pointed out.?Right. Now, take.Read More
