>Friday, May 23 (night)Hi-s, Lisa,OK, what I wanted to say just when you were leaving was that Zack. He cupped his hand around he face turning her head to his, leaning in he took in her scent, and he could smell her need, her fear. He kissed her head her cheek her mouth and neck leaving a burning trail. He felt her pulse quiver and kissed her letting his tongue dance in her mouth. She leaned in her breasts pressed against his bare chest only a thin cotton veiling them from the world. Her heat washed over him in waves moving his hands to her collar he tore through her shirt exposing her to the.Read More
