.. she's beautiful, Amberle ... why didn't..."His voice trailed off. I reached back into my purse and pulled out a small book of photos that I had put... together for Travis. He took it from me and began flipping through it. His gaze seemed to linger on each page and, for the first time, I felt a twinge of regret at having kept Maureen from him for all these years.About half way through, he stopped and reached for the phone on his desk. "Erin, would you please clear out my schedule for the rest of. They were at a stupendous size now, clearly bigger than my head, and Iknew they'd get even bigger (damn my brain!), but the reason I hadpitched forward was because of the next part of what I had beenthinking of.The world around me was beginning to solidify, and I could see anindistinct form taking shape in front of me. I knew what it was, and Istarted making little noises of anticipation as I waited for it tobecome fully real. I was surprised for a second by the sound of my ownvoice, and then. She was shaking with rage as she sat down and as she did so the phone rang again. Ellen dived for it before Claire could reach it. She listened. Then spoke quietly.“Peter, there’s no point in shouting at me. Claire isn’t going to talk to you until she gets back. She’s a very angry woman at the moment, so there’s no point in phoning again. Good bye.”She replaced the receiver on its cradle. It did not ring again.Ellen poured the coffee and set it between them, offering milk and sugar. Then she. "Yes, the hot hussy is masturbating. At least, I'm pretty sure it is her, who else would be in there?"Even as I was out in the open, my right hand slithered under my dress as the other one held it up.My right hand crawled into my thong, and I felt my twat. "Wow, it is soaked now," I moaned, rubbing it back and forth. "What if Rose is thinking about me, she is letting it out like she is getting fucked hard. Maybe a fantasy with me pounding her with a strap-on. I don't hear anyone else in there.