We weren’t lovers, but anyone watching us would have thought we were.I felt a stab of panic. What if someone had watched us?But the panic quickly su...bsided. We hadn’t seen anyone all afternoon, and while it was possible someone could have seen us, it wasn’t likely they could have known who we were. And even if they had, who would they tell about it? Would anyone have really cared to hear?I had never thought of myself as bi, and certainly not as gay, but there was no denying how much I enjoyed. ”Absentmindedly petting Marie’s head, Jessica looked over at Jane, who had a look on her face that Jessica recognized. The poor thing had given without receiving, and was badly in need to some attention.Standing, Jessica gestured for Jane to take her place in the chair. “Make her come,” she said to Marie, and left to refill her drink. Marie was pulling Jane’s panties down as she left the room.Fresh martini in hand, Jessica stood for a few minutes looking out over the city. It was completely. Me – I want to see your soft hands wrapped around that monster cock, holding it, slowly rubbing it, and stroking it. I want you to enjoy that feeling of holding a long and thick huge cock, the feeling of holding something huge.She put my hand on her pussy from over her panty, and I started rubbing her as I spoke.Nisha – It’s so thrilling to imagine about it.Me – I want to see how you would occasionally look at me as if trying to get my approval!Nisha – You will approve it, naa?Me – Of course,. . she couldn’t manage a Grimaldi. I would send my “regrets,” of course. I thought about my crazy weekend last year. Was I Laura’s frolic among her inferiors? Her bit of rough?I was invited to give a paper in Adelaide, at the South Australia Museum, and dug into my (old) notes from my trip to the Great Victoria Desert while I was at Long Pocket. I went to Merchant of Venice at the Theatre Centre, but it wasn’t the same without Bettina. I realized that Shakespeare was far more when you discussed.