It has been fifty years, yet I never forgot a single detail. After work, every Friday, we secretly met in our favourite hidey-hole behind the post office. I clearly remember how she possessively held it firmly in her delicate hand and how I liked watching her do it.
She smiled.
She blushed.
She giggled.
She gasped.
She begged.
She licked.
She moaned.
She swallowed.
She moaned.
She licked.
She begged.
She gasped.
She giggled.
She blushed.
She smiled.
Your best friend was always like that each time we were in the ice cream parlor. I knew back then I'd marry her.
