I don"t know what I expected to feel with our kiss, but nothing I could imagine would prepare me for the desperate feeling that took me. It"s like we"re on a runaway train about to crash, and we couldn"t do anything at all.
It wasn"t a romantic kiss, not even a soft kiss. No. It was the kiss of two longing lovers, who could not keep away from each other.
The wall around Jenny falls completely, and what I have in my hands is a warm, soft woman who fits perfectly into my arms.
I feel her little hands run behind my back as I squeeze her into my arms and our kiss intensifies.
My hands seem to have a life of their own and go up behind her back, reaching her neck until reach her soft hair. I hold her hair, pulling a little, and the result is like an electrical discharge of 100,000 volts. Jen
