robby_hellfire

I never liked watching her leave. But I always loved seeing her rush to put on her clothes in morning. Freshly out of the shower squirming around to get ready for work. As I'd lay there pretending to be to tired to move peeking at her and checkin' out her bum as it wiggled to get into her undies. She'd kiss me good bye and tell me something that later I'd think was a dream. I'd mumble something and she'd giggle. I guess whatever I'd say wasn't making sense. Another fond memory is the nights we'd be so tired we'd be fucking in our sleep. The first person to be completely awake would blame the other for the sexual encounter......She probably knows now it was always me that intiated it. What can I say I loved touching her. Even in my sleep. Funny thing is looking back on it our sexual relationship was pretty voyeristic. The cat was always watching us or be it the public bathroo, on my dad's couch while my brother was in the other room, quickly on the side of the road on a populated I-5. Fun times. In the famous words of Eddie Cochran. "Hallelujah I love her so!!!"