“Ooooo…,” she moaned softly
and sensually. This wouldn’t be so bad after all. indian porn Before long, Micky’s and Lissa’s tongues came together, and they started
kissing each other. Those
beautiful lips broke a soft smile now as she looked down at me. I finally got to look at myself in the mirror and…wow! Frankie and His Girl
Part 2
by Jule
(please read Part 1 first)
I hadn’t seen Frankie since late July, and as the hot sticky August plodded
on, memories of Frankie filled my mind on so many lazy afternoons. Karen’s voice was more serious now. My heart sunk. Her white skirt stopped above her knees and was held up
with a wide shiny cream-colored belt with a large buckle. Frankie’s mother referred
to Karen as the Warrior, with a deep rebellious nature and always in search
of a feud. Micky smiled.
