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How it Happened: Billie Jean&Michael*11
Part 11, I didnâ??t know so many people liked it well I donâ??t know here goesâ?¦.. As I went down the stairs, I looked retarded. Why, because I was chasing after someone with my cheeks flapping from the laughter. I wondered how long Michael couldâ??ve been waiting for me. I thought it wouldnâ??t take him know time getting in and out of the shower. One thought came in my mind that he probably was planning on running around naked. I was relieved when I saw him with his clothes on. Michael: (suddenly stopping) whatâ??s with the robe? Me: I have a guest, so Iâ??m covering up. Michael: If it was your sister or Zoey you wouldnâ??t have a robe on. Me: Duh. Michael: Come watch some TV with me. Me: Mikey Iâ??m tired. Michael: It doesnâ??t shows. Me: I know. Michael: (approaching me, putting his hands on my cheeks holding them up) One thing I noticed was this must be your real face. Me: (scrunching up my face, I kissed his nose) I happen to love your nose. Michael: (he gave off a nervous laugh and kissed me) Me: After this, Iâ??m going to sleep. Michael: (picking me up over his shoulder) Me: (dramatically kicking and patting his butt chanting) Put me down, put me down! Michael: Oh Iâ??ll put you down. (He sorta slammed me down on the cushion. Then he fake smooched my neck) (making the noises) Me: (giggling) Mike, youâ??re so silly! Michael: (unwrapping my robe, lifting my shirt up a bit, making bubble noises) Me: (laughing so hard, Iâ??m kicking the air) Michael: (stopping) Lift up. Me: Why? Michael: I want to play in your hair. Me: If you say so. (so I did, he unwrapped both pigtails) Michael: Pippi Longstocking. Me: Shut up and just kiss me. Michael: (he did then started playing in my hair) While we were watching TV, I was sitting in between his laps (yucky) and he ran his fingers up and down my head, ruffling my scalp. I turned around and made a goofy face, he just rolled his eyes and turned me back around. Minutes later, I made a big yawn, he laid down on me, and we feel asleep with his blankets. I had a very embarrassing dream. Here it isâ?¦ Michael and I had gotten married recently, it was the mid-1950, and we decided to go on a picnic out in the sunflower field. I was wearing a bright yellow Sunday strap dress, some khaki color sandals and the kaki hat. Michael were this yellow and white plaid shirt and some khaki pants and some brown dress shoes, his hair was still the same though. Mine was straight and longer. He drove a Bug that was a convertible. We were still young and naïve. It was actually on a Saturday. He drove us up there. We ate soul food and each other was the dessert. We skipped to the center of the sunflower field, and he laid me down, started kissing me all over. He exposed me and I did to him. I was shy, so when he started, I turned away in pain, closing me eyes. He silently caressed my face. Then I started enjoying it. There was no oral though. We fell asleep him on top of me, our golden rings sparkling in the sunshine. I think I was squirming in my dream, making odd expressions, because Michael said I was sweating a little. Michael: Awe, youâ??re having a bad dream. (kissing my forehead) Me: (All I knew was I was more confused now) Michael: Come on Me: (sleepily) Michael Michael: (picking me up in a bridal way) Sshh, Iâ??m just putting you in your bed. Me: What time is it? Michael: Six oâ??clock. He found my bed and put me in it. He kissed me and laughed when I wasnâ??t responding. Michael: Night Billie. Me: Night Michael. When I woke up, it was eleven. Me: (getting up) Michael? Michael! Michael?! No response either time. I smelled breakfast, so I went downstairs, my robe still down there and my hair still lose. Indeed I did have breakfast sitting on the table. Pancakes, bacon, fresh orange juice, fruit, and an omelet. It was beautiful! Michael had a lot of explaining to do, but before I call him, I was going to enjoy this marvelous food. Aariyan. +Vote!
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