gill Playmaker Gill was a Scottish student at my university whom I met towards the end of my time there. She had shoulder length blonde hair, a cute button nose, gorgeous lips and adorable little bugs bunny teeth. She lived with another girl of mine - Nikki. I saw her on an evening in late 2005 and approached her with a blazer and a smile. Game on. Gill made it quite easy for me. She had always liked how passionate I was with Nikki, and felt a magnetism towards me. She once asked me to show her how to flip a pancake. I manoeuvred myself delicately so that my pectorals softly bushed the her upper trapezius - she was roughly 5 ft 2. After the pancake had been flipped, three times, her hand still rested on mine, and we stood there enjoying the energy that surrounded us. I dropped my head softly into the crevice where her neck fell into her shoulders and bit it gently. I could feel her heart pounding as her breaths quickened. I saw in her twilight eyes that moment had not faded in her memory. Within 20 minutes we were in her kitchen recreating. After supper, I led her to her room. She said "We shouldn't be doing this" to which I replied "You're right, we shouldn't" and carried on anyway. Frame control, gentlemen. A woman never wants to make it her fault. As her bra fell from her shoulders and landed softly on the floor, her breasts stayed precisely where they had been. As I moved myself towards her, her body flushed with adrenaline, the tiny ghostlike hairs on her arms awakened and rose as I brushed her freckled skin with my fingertips. She was the most sensual woman I have been with. 080810 what's it to you? who go blather from