|
My Daughter's Roommate 2 [mf incest]
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
??????????????????????????????
?? BARBIE ??
?? Chapter 2 ??
?? A Fantasy by Day Dreamer ??
??????????????????????????????
Barbie held my hand tightly as we walked down the hallway to
her bedroom. With her tank top removed, I had an excellent
view of the profile of her breasts. They hadn't seemed partic-
ularly large when she was facing me in the living room chair,
but seeing them now from the side, seeing the way they thrust
out and jiggled up and down as she walked, made me realize they
were full and developed. I knew I would enjoy feasting on them
and caressing them until the nipples stood erect and hard.
As we entered her bedroom, her hand trembled in mine and I
could tell she was nervous about the journey on which we were
about to embark. As we approached the bed that filled a corner
of the room, she turned to me and smiling shyly said, "Joe, I
don't know what to do next. All I know is that I have never
felt this way before. I know that whatever comes next, I'm
ready for it. Oh, God, Joe, I'm more than ready for it--I NEED
it. I've never felt such a need before. I've never in my life
been aroused like I am now."
Still holding my hand, she used it to pull herself into my
arms. Wrapping her arms around me, she put her mouth to mine
and kissed me with a fervor that proved the truth of her
statement. She broke the kiss and almost breathlessly
whispered, "Joe, show me what to do next. Love me, and show me
how to love you."
With her in my arms like that, she was no longer my daughter's
roommate--she a desireable woman and I was a man who desired
her. We were man and woman aroused and needing each other.
Our desires had mounted to an almost fever pitch, and we needed
each other in a manner approaching desperation. I pulled her
lips to mine again and my mouth feasted on hers. As we kissed,
I put my hands on her firm buttocks and pulled her groin hard
against mine, pressing the hard knot of my manhood into the vee
of her groin. As I cupped and kneaded the firm handfuls of her
buttocks, she thrust herself against me, pushing her sex into
even closer contact with mine.
We broke the kiss slowly, almost reluctantly, until our lips
were barely apart, just brushing against the other's. We were
both breathing hard now, our mutual desire almost taking our
breath away. Putting my hands on the waistband of her loosened
shorts, I started pushing them down over her hips. As they
came below her hips and fell to the floor around her feet, I
said, "The first thing is to get rid of all the barriers
between us."
Barbie stepped back away from me and said, "Yes, let's get
naked. I want to show my body to you--show it to you
completely." She smiled at me and whispered, "And I want to
see your body, your naked body, and all there is about it."
She sat down on the side of the bed and started to remove her
shoes and socks. Without looking up she in a soft voice, "I've
never seen a nude man before." Then she looked up, and with an
almost lascivious expression on her face, she said in a louder
voice, "I want to see you naked, Joe. I want to see what I've
been feeling up between my legs. I want to see your penis,
Joe. I want to see your hardness with my own eyes."
Responding to her wanton request, I started stripping my
clothes, almost tearing them from my body. Barbie's words
inflamed me, and I wanted for her to see me naked as much as I
longed to see her body in its totality. Impelled by that
urgency, I had removed all my clothes except my Jockey shorts
by the time she had finished taking off her shoes and socks.
Barbie stood and faced me, trembling slightly in anticipation
of the next step. For a moment we stood there, looking into
each others eyes. Her brief panties barely covered her pubis
and lower belly. A circle of dampness spread out from the
panties' crotch, a tell-tale of the height of her arousal. I
glanced down at the front of my shorts, and saw that they had a
similar circle of moisture. I felt the slick wetness of my
pre-seminal flow pressing against my straining cock. It was
evidence of my total arousal, evidence of my desire for the
almost-nude, beautiful twenty-year-old girl who stood before
me.
"Do you like my body?" Barbie asked.
"Barbie, you have a beautiful body. You're a beautiful girl
and you have a body to match." I grinned a little and added,
"At least that part I can."
"What about you?" she said. "I can't see all of you either."
I put my hands to the top of my shorts and started to push them
down. Matching me, Barbie put her hands to the top of her
panties, and still looking me in the eyes, a shy smile on her
face, started pushing them down over her hips. Inch by inch,
we each lowered our last articles of clothing, pushing them
down to reveal our unclad bodies to each other. Barbie's pubic
fur came into view just as a mat of my pubic hair pushed itself
over the waistband of my shorts. Barbie pushed the silken
fabric of her panties down onto her thighs and her vagina
revealed itself fully to me, her womanly crease visible through
the damp locks of her fur. As her sexual core was coming into
view, I pushed the waistband of my shorts over the bulge of my
cock and balls. Free from its restrictions, my cock sprung
outward, stiff and throbbing in its freedom. Shorts and
panties both fell to the floor and without looking down, we
each stepped out of them and stood still and silent, inviting
each other's inspection.
Barbie's eyes, now widened, roamed up and down my body, taking
in all my nakedness. I gazed at her at the same time, almost
breathless from the beauty of her girlish, yet womanly, body on
full display. I reached out a hand and brushed it across one
of her erect nipples. "Barbie, you are incredibly beautiful,
all of you," I said, caressing the hard, little nubbin that
jutted out so proudly from the dusky circle topping the full,
white mound of her breast.
Barbie stepped toward me and laid a hand on my chest, running
her fingers through the sparse hair that covered it. "You're
beautiful, too, Joe," she whispered. "And you're so big. God,
you're so big and hard." Even though I knew that at about
six-and-one-half inches my cock was only average in size, I
couldn't help but feel flattered by her compliment. Responding
to her words, I pulled her against me and kissed her.
With our arms wrapped tightly around each other, the hard
points of her breasts pressed into my chest. As we kissed with
a deep, soul kiss, she started breathing faster, and with each
breath the little bullets of her nipples felt harder yet. I
reached down and took hold of her buttocks, squeezing them
gently. As I did so, I bent my legs just a little so that my
cock could come free from between us and its head press into
the crease of her vagina. Thrusting my hips forward, I slid my
cock between her labia. Her flesh was slick from her secre-
tions, and my cock burrowed into the hot, slippery recess of
her furrow.
Pressing a little deeper, my cock came to Barbie's clitoris.
It was a hard protrusion, a swollen bump right in the center of
her wet channel. As the head of my cock brushed over the
little nubbin, Barbie gasped and jerked her hips in reaction.
She moaned into my mouth and muttered, "Oh, God!" Reacting to
such pleasure, she thrust her hips against mine and my cock
slid all the way down into the folds and convolusion of her
labia. Our pubic bones now pressed hard against each other,
and we both panted in reaction to the waves of pleasure flowing
through our sexual centers. This time it was my time to moan.
The warmth of her flesh surrounding my cock caused it to throb,
each of my heart-beats making it pulsate with its own little
beats.
Our kiss was beyond control. Gasping and working our lips and
tongues in wild abandon, our mouths acted out the motions our
lower bodies were desperate to perform. As we plunged our
tongues in and out of each other's mouths in oral copulatory
motions, Barbie's hips started imitating the motion, pushing
in and pulling out. As she did, my cock slid back and forth in
her furrow, my shaft caressing her clitoral protrusion. Her
furrow slickened even more with each stroke, becoming oily with
secretions flowing from her inner recesses and pre-come flowing
from my cock in a copious, seemingly never-ending supply.
Barbie was moaning now, a continuous sound of pleasure. Her
moans had started softly, but were gradually increasing in
volume. Suddenly, she jerked her mouth away from mine and
stiffened her body until it was almost rigid. Her mouth opened
in a round circle and her eyes widened. Almost chokingly she
muttered, "Joe! Oh, God, Joe!" Her furrow started shuddering
around my cock and her belly jerked against mine. I felt her
tremors as they ran through her abdomen and flowed into mine.
She clutched me against her and laid her head on my shoulder.
"Joooeee, ooohhh Jooeee. Oh, God, Joe. Oooohhhh, God...
Oooooooohhhhhh. Oh, Joe...Joe...Joe," she moaned as the
shudders and spasms of orgasm shook her body. "Oh, God, I'm
coming...I'm commmiiinnngggg."
My cock was locked in the tight grip of her labial lips as they
clamped down on it. Tremor after tremor seized her channel and
moved into the hardness of my imprisoned shaft. It was only an
act of ultimate will power that kept me from coming along with
her. The shudders of her flesh against mine brought me right
to the edge and, but for the thought of how good it was going
to feel to bury my cock fully in the warmth of the near-virgin
flesh that now gripped it so pleasurably, I would have spewed
my manhood out into the warm folds that encompassed my
throbbing penis.
The shudders and tremors of her orgasm slowly lessened and
Barbie's knees began to buckle under her. I lifted her up
gently and, moving to the bed, I lowered her and laid her
softly down on her back, her knees and lower legs hanging off
the side. She put an arm across her eyes and lay there,
breathing heavily, still experiencing the last little trembling
of her orgasm. Her legs were splayed apart and the furrow
between them was completely open to my view. It was wet and
glistening from our combined secretions and her clitoris was
engorged and protruded up between the swollen lips running down
each side of the gaping channel. At the bottom of the channel,
the lips opened wider and revealed just the slightest hint of
the opening to her long-unplumbed sheath. Except for anticipa-
tion of the pleasure I knew I would get from giving her
even more pleasure, I would have plunged my cock into that
opening and enjoyed the same rapture Barbie had just
experienced. She had asked me to teach her about pleasurable
love, though, and I was determined to do just that--to make her
cry out in pleasure over and over again.
I sat down on the bed next to Barbie and gazed down at the
perfection of her body. I didn't know what fate had brought
the two of us together and had caused her to ask me to be her
love mentor, but I wasn't going to question my good fortune. I
had been feeling the need for female companionship, and it had
been offered to me in the form of Barbie's request. "God, but
she's beautiful," I thought. "And so young--almost the same
age as Candy." I thought back to the good-bye kiss my daughter
had given me and my passion rose to even higher levels. My
cock throbbed from the thought that making love to Barbie would
be almost like making love to Candy, that caressing Barbie's
firm young body would be like having Candy's body beneath my
hands. I couldn't help but picture Candy nude just like Barbie
was, her vagina gaping open and wet with the flow of a woman's
secretions of love.
Worried about the perversion of such thoughts, I forced them
from my mind by dropping my lips to Barbie's navel and kissing
and tongueing her little indented belly button. Moving
upwards, I kissed and ran my tongue along the curved underside
of her breasts. She squirmed under my caresses and lifted her
arm from her eyes. I sat up and smiled down at her. Seeing
that she had recovered, I asked, "You okay now, Barbie?"
"Okay? Oh, God, Joe, am I EVER okay. I'm still feeling the
after-effects of what we just did. I've never had an orgasm
like that before in my life." As if to prove her point, she
squirmed her hips in small circles, gyrating them on the bed.
Even though I suspected what she meant, I couldn't resist
asking the next question. "But I thought you hadn't been with
a boy since you were fifteen, and that that time was a bad one
for you."
Barbie's face reddened and she said, "Well, er, you know." She
held up a finger and said, "Sometimes a girl just has to take
care of things herself." With a little grin, she said, "After
the orgasm I just had, I realize this little pinky is a poor
substitute."
"I know exactly what you're talking about," I said. "I've had
to resort to solitary games myself during the last two years."
With a solemn expression on her face, Barbie took my hand and
placed it on her breast. "We won't have to do that now, will
we? Now we've got each other. We can have the real thing now,
can't we? We can have real boy-girl love."
"Yes," I said. "And viva the real thing. Viva boy and girl
love."
Barbie looked up at me with a look of adoration I hadn't
experienced since my wife and I were in our courtship days and
whispered, "Joe?"
"Um-hmm," I answered.
"Kiss me again. I love the way you kiss."
"I love your kisses, too," I said, and lowered my mouth to
hers. This time we kissed gently, our tongues softly and
slowly intertwining. My hand was still on her breast and
I gently stroked her nipple, matching my hand caresses to our
oral ones. She murmured a soft "Ummnnn" into my mouth and
arched her back upward, pushing her breast even harder into my
hand. Switching my hand back and forth, I massaged her
breasts, paying particular attention to her hard and still-
erect nipples.
Knowing, though, that as much as she enjoyed touches on her
breasts, she would like lower touches even more, I slowly moved
my hand from her upthrust mounds down onto the softly rounded
firm flesh of her little belly. Using just my finger tips, I
traced little circles around the indentation of her navel.
Gradually, I widened the circles and soon my hand was roving
over the entire expanse of her lower body. Each stroke took my
hand lower and lower, and my fingers finally brushed into the
soft pubic hair growing so lushly in her delta of Venus.
Barbie reacted to the caresses by squirming her hips in little
gyrations. Her tongue, moving only gently before, began to
swirl around mine with faster, more intense strokes.
Using all my fingers, I brushed through and teased Barbie's
abundant pubic fur. Once again, she breathed out a soft
"Ummnnn." As she did, she spread her thighs even more, giving
me greater access to that secret area of womanness hidden
between them. I had already explored her labial lips with my
cock, now I wanted to explore that area with my hand, to seek
out and delve all the forbidden recesses of her femininity.
Exploring through Barbie's pubic forest, my fingers came to the
little fold at the top of her maidenly crease, that unmis-
takable mark of her femininity. Remembering how inviting her
gaping furrow had been to me, I extended my middle finger and
eased it slowly down into the warm, wet area between her labia.
With Barbie's legs spread apart as they were, my finger slid
easily into the exposed channel of her sex. The warm flesh of
her sex was smooth and slippery, soaking with the flow of my
pre-come and her own secretions. Tracing through the residue
of our slippery flows, I extended my finger further down,
searching out the secrets of her nether region.
As my hand and finger moved lower to where they were buried
between her thighs, my finger tip came to the swollen button of
her clitoris. It was a hard nubbin between her labia, swollen
and erected from her aroused passion. I moved my finger on top
of it and stroked across the clitoral surface, using just the
softest of touches. Barbie gasped and jerked her hips in
response to the contact. Even though our mouths were still
locked together and our tongues still busy stroking the
other's, I could understand Barbie's words as she mouthed,
"Ohhhhh, God!"
Barbie hunched her hips up against my hand, forcing her
clitoris into closer contact with my exploring finger. As my
finger moved back and forth across the little nubbin, she
reacted to the pleasure by gyrating her hips in small circles.
She moved her face to the side, pulling her lips from mine, and
said, "Oh, God, your hand feels so much better than mine or
Can..., er, anyone else's has ever felt." As my finger once
again moved across her little pleasure button, she moaned,
"Oooohh, Joe, it's so much better when you do it."
Barbie's slip of the tongue put my imagination into overdrive.
I envisioned her and my daughter Candy in bed together, both
naked, hands delving into and stroking the other's pussy. I
could picture them, young nymphs in full nubile bloom, moaning
and working their hips in frantic motions as they orgasmed
together. Imagining Barbie masturbating was erotic enough, but
thinking of Candy with a hand between her legs, completely
naked and panting with pleasure, drove my lust up even higher
than it was.
Barbie's moans of pleasure pulled my thoughts back to her. I
recognized from her sounds and the way she was squirming her
hips that if I continued my attentions to her clitoris she
would soon crash into another orgasm. I did, indeed, want to
give her another orgasm before I finally penetrated her pussy
with my cock, but I had another way in mind, a way that would
bring her far more pleasure than my finger could provide. To
avoid her cresting into a orgasm right then and there, I moved
my finger lower into her wet furrow.
Moving into the wide portion of Barbie's spread labial lips, my
finger sought out the barely hidden opening to her inner
recesses I had seen before. My search ended quickly, and I
slowly and gently insinuated my finger into the snug, soft hole
of her womanhood. Barbie breathed in deeply and stiffened her
body slightly as my finger worked its way into the hot recesses
of her body. When my finger was fully inserted into her pussy,
she let out her breath and relaxed. God, but she was tight.
The walls of her sheath clasped around my finger and held it
within the hot, moist confines of her vaginal cavity. I
thought about the pleasure that tight flesh would provide my
cock when I at last penetrated her, and it throbbed and
pulsated in anticipation.
As Barbie relaxed, her grip on my finger loosened, and I was
able to stroke it in and out of her. I joined that finger with
another, and was soon giving her a diminutive preview of what
she could expect when my cock was performing such action. Con-
tinuing my finger-fucking of Barbie's pussy, I stroked her
breasts, rubbing her nipples between my thumb and forefinger
and gently kneading the soft, white mounds. Responding to such
action, Barbie started thrusting her hips up to my hand,
pushing her wet flesh up to meet each of the thrusts I made
with my fingers. "Ummnnnn, that's so nice. Why does it feel
so good now, when it hurt so much when I was fifteen?"
"Because you're ready for it now. Your body's aroused and
ready for loving. It wasn't before."
"Oh, boy, is it EVER ready." She pushed her hips up hard
against my hand and said, "Oh, God, Joe, I feel like I'm going
to come again." Wrapping an arm around my shoulders, she
grasped me hard. "Joe, do it to me now. I want you inside me
when I come." She took one her hands and wrapped it around my
cock, saying, "Put this inside me, Joe. God, Joe, I'm so
ready. Fuck me now. Fuck me and teach me how to fuck."
Pulling my fingers from out of Barbie's pussy, I sat up beside
her and stroked her belly with soft touches. She still had her
hand wrapped around my cock and squeezed it, matching her
squeezes to my strokes of her stomach. I dipped a finger into
her crease and said, "Don't worry, I'm going to fuck you."
Grinning, I said, "Boy, am I EVER going to fuck you. I'm going
to fuck your brains out, little girl."
Barbie hunched her hips up against my hand and said, "Now. Do
it now."
"I will in just a little while. I'm having a hard time
waiting, myself. Remember, though, you asked me to be your
teacher, and I've got something else to teach you before that."
"What's that?"
"Barbie, did you and Candy eat each other?"
Barbie's eyes got real wide and she said, "Oh, no! We're not
lesbians. All we did was--all we've done is what you just did
to me. All we did was use our fingers on each other. It feels
so much better when someone else does it for you." She
suddenly realized the full import of my question and said, "Are
YOU going to eat me? Oh, God, Joe, ARE you going to eat me?"
"Would you like for me to?"
"Yes! Oh, God, yes! I've heard girls talk about how marvelous
it is when their boyfriends eat them, and I hoped it would
happen to me someday."
"How `bout right now?" I asked.
Barbie closed her eyes and, with a moan in her voice, answered,
"Ohhh...yes...now...please...right now."
I got off the bed and knelt between her wide-spread legs draped
off the side of the bed, and putting my hands under her
buttocks, I pulled her toward me until her hips were right at
the edge and her sexual core available to my now almost
drooling mouth. With my hands still under the soft little
globes of her ass, I lifted Barbie's wide-spread pussy up to my
face. Her labia were fat and puffy with arousal and the
channel between them was wet with the flow of sexual lubrica-
tion that arousal caused. I had almost forgotten how the aroma
of a woman in heat aroused me, and the scent wafting upward
from the completely open pit of Barbie's sexuality made me even
hungrier to feast on her soft, wet flesh.
Succumbing to the aphrodisial effect of that sight and aroma,
I lowered my face and buried my mouth in Barbie's wet flesh.
The taste of her young, hot vagina was every bit as good as I
had imagined, and I opened my mouth wide, tongue extended, and
tried to lick up all the marvelous, aromatic nectar that had
oozed out and coated the pink, soft flesh. Using the broad,
flat side of my tongue, I stroked the full length of her
furrow, from the very bottom all the way up to her clitoris.
As it moved softly over the surface of the little sexual bump,
she gasped and jerked her hips. Putting both hands down to my
head, she twisted her fingers into my hair and murmured, "Ohhhh
...oooooohhhhh...Joe...Oh, God, Joe."
I continued to lave her clitoris with soft tongue strokes until
her hips started squirming and moving up and down in response.
As her hips moved in stronger and stronger thrusts, she
muttered, "Uhhh...uhhh...uhhh," matching her pleasure sounds
with each of her thrusts. From her motions and sounds of
pleasure, it was obvious she was climbing higher and higher,
nearing the very edge of orgasm. I wanted to prolong her
pleasure, though. I wanted to stretch it out to where her
orgasm, when it finally came, would rack her whole body and be
one she remembered for a long time.
In order to assure this, I abandoned her clitoris and moved my
mouth down to the opening into her inner recesses, the opening
that led into the hot, wet inside of her pussy. Making a
little cone of my tongue, I probed its tip into Barbie's
channel, delving into it with fluttery motions. She twisted my
hair in her fingers and pushed her hips up even higher, seeking
my tongue, seeking to get more and more of it into her hot
vortex. With mouth pressed hard against her wet channel, I
extended my tongue as far as it would go, circling it around
and around, stroking it across the walls of her sheath. She
spread her thighs to the utmost extension possible and hunched
her pussy up against my mouth, moaning from the pleasure she
was experiencing.
I knew she had another erogenous point that I hadn't yet
explored, so I pulled my tongue from out the hot confines of
her channel and moved it lower. Lifting her now completely
spread buttocks upward, I moved the tip of my tongue into the
cleft between them, searching for that final aperture, that
point of pleasure I hadn't yet attended to. Almost immediate-
ly, my search was rewarded. Her little, tightly crinkled anus
came under the tip of my tongue and I stroked it gently, making
oral love to her little rosebud. She gasped as I made contact
with her nethermost opening, and almost shouting, moaned out,
"Oh, God, Joe! I didn't know about this. Oh, Joe, Joe,
Joe...."
I circled Barbie's little flower with my tongue, wetting the
whole inside of her ass cheeks. Her buttocks and thighs
trembled as I rimmed her, and I could hear soft moans of
pleasure from above me. "Oh, God, nobody's ever talked about
this. I didn't know so much pleasure could come from THERE,"
she whispered softly. Using just the tip of my tongue, I
probed into the wrinkled aperture, pushing it slightly inside.
She pushed her buttocks against my exploring tongue, and
muttered, "Ummnnn...oohhhh...good...so goood."
Relinquishing my progress into her tight nether opening, I
moved my tongue onto that small, uncreased area between her
anus and the beginning of her labia. Using just fluttery
motions, I stroked my tongue across that little patch of flesh.
She jerked and squirmed as I tongued her there, moaning in
response to my oral touches of what was one of her most
erogenous areas.
Having traversed the full range of her nether zones, I returned
my attentions to her vagina. Rolling my tongue into a tube, I
plunged into her now completely flooded sheath and stroked it
in and out, using it like a miniature cock to fuck her slick
pussy. She took her hands from my head and lifted herself up
on her elbows. Using them for leverage, she started thrusting
her hips against my tongue, returning my thrusts with her own.
She whispered, "Oh, yes, push it in and pull it out. Yes, just
like that. Ohhh, yesss, do it. Fuck me...fuck me with your
tongue."
Barbie's thrusts became faster and her breathing turned into
pants. She was climbing higher and higher up the ladder of
lust and was on the very edge of another orgasm. I pulled my
tongue out of her tunnel and moved my mouth up to where it was
over her clitoris. Opening my mouth wide, I put it over her
swollen organ and drew it into my mouth. Applying suction, I
nibbled on her nubbin and stroked my tongue over and over its
surface. Barbie sat up completely then and moved until only
the cheeks of her buttocks were still on the bed. Reaching
down, she put her hands on the back of my head and pulled my
face completely into her wet pussy, burying my head between her
thighs.
Barbie wrapped her legs around my torso and her hips went into
an overdrive of motion, jerking and thrusting against my mouth.
Still keeping one of her hands on the back of my head, she used
the other to beat against my back with soft little blows.
Each time she thrust against me, her hips left the bed,
straining themselves up against my ravaging mouth. I lifted
her buttocks up even higher and moved two fingers into her
pussy, thrusting them in and pulling them out in time with the
strokes of my tongue across her clitoris. Barbie's moans
became inarticulate, and she cried out in pleasure. Among her
moans and sighs, she finally managed to say, "Oh, God, I'm
coming. Coming... coming...COMMMMIIINNNNNGGGG!"
Falling away from me, Barbie fell back onto the bed. Her hips
continued thrusting against my mouth and her thighs clamped
around my ears, holding me in place. Slowly, though, she
decreased the motion of her hips and after about two minutes
relaxed the grip of her thighs. As I moved my hands from under
her buttocks and lowered her hips back to the bed, she lay
completely still, breathing hard, and looking at me with a
wonder-struck expression on her face. I stood up and once
again sat down on the bed beside her. Not saying a word, I put
a hand on her head and gently stroked her hair. Barbie broke
the silence, whispering, "God, Joe. I can hardly talk about
it. That was so good I don't have the right kind of words to
do it justice. Thank you. Thank you for doing that to me.
Thank you for making it so good for me."
??????????????????????
? TO BE CONTINUED ?
? WATCH FOR BARBIE3 ?
??????????????????????
--
--
"Now I know how Joan of Arc felt
As the flames rose to her Roman nose
And her walkman started to melt"
The Smiths
|
|
