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Subject: /|\Like Red on a Rose/|\ Author: Jason [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 12:50:36 11/30/06 Thu In reply to: Lessa 's message, "::Lost my Mind::" on 12:36:23 11/30/06 Thu Alow purr was given, and likely felt as her knuckles brushed his groin and she tugged at his neck. He nipples against his back where the worst torture of all. He hadn't laid eyes on those beautiful breasts in years, and he was aching to touch them and see if they where the same as he remembered. Not that she could even be less beautiful than she had been, hell he found her more beautiful than he remembered. And with not being able to touch her unless she let him! Not being able to grab her and kiss her senceless.... Ya, he wouldn't be leaveing again unless she threw a restraining order at him. Then her hand was rubbing against him, and that all but send his head spinning. Thank god they where almost there, two more exits and a sraight road to the beach. His hand strayed down once again, slidding over hers and pressing it more firmly against himself. She'd better not be playing with him..... [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date ::Lost my Mind:: Lessa 13:10:48 11/30/06 Thu /|\Like Red on a Rose/|\ -- Jason, 13:58:36 11/30/06 Thu ::Lost my Mind:: -- Lessa, 14:06:34 11/30/06 Thu /|\Like Red on a Rose/|\ -- Jason, 14:34:56 11/30/06 Thu ::Lost my Mind:: -- Lessa, 02:33:11 12/01/06 Fri /|\Like Red on a Rose/|\ -- Jason, 08:56:28 12/01/06 Fri ::Lost my Mind:: -- Lessa, 09:14:54 12/01/06 Fri /|\Like Red on a Rose/|\ -- Jason, 09:40:21 12/01/06 Fri ::Lost my Mind:: -- Lessa, 10:12:49 12/01/06 Fri /|\Like Red on a Rose/|\ -- Jason, 10:30:50 12/01/06 Fri ::Lost my Mind:: -- Lessa, 10:48:12 12/01/06 Fri /|\Like Red on a Rose/|\ -- Jason, 11:00:40 12/01/06 Fri ::Lost my Mind:: -- Lessa, 11:38:35 12/01/06 Fri /|\Like Red on a Rose/|\ -- Jason, 11:47:00 12/01/06 Fri ::Lost my Mind:: -- lessa, 12:24:21 12/01/06 Fri /|\Like Red on a Rose/|\ -- Jason, 12:37:35 12/01/06 Fri ::Lost my Mind:: -- Lessa, 12:55:30 12/01/06 Fri /|\Like Red on a Rose/|\ -- Jason, 13:13:40 12/01/06 Fri ::Lost my Mind:: -- Lessa, 13:29:05 12/01/06 Fri /|\Like Red on a Rose/|\ -- Jason, 14:00:15 12/01/06 Fri ::Lost my Mind:: -- Lessa, 02:43:10 12/02/06 Sat /|\Like Red on a Rose/|\ -- Jason, 09:20:57 12/06/06 Wed