Her body trembles in anticipation of the flame of my passion, the fire of my touch. I help her step into the water and she relaxes and closes her eyes... as she anticipates my tender touch. I surround the rounded pleasured mounds lips and my hot tongue licks her hardened buds. I sigh deeply at her intoxicating and pleasant taste, the wonderful aroma of her skin. I yearn to feel her flesh against my flesh and I lean down to place a soft butterfly kiss against her neck. My warm breath whispers age. I’d tried them with some success, some discomfort, and bruised knees and elbows.Simon rarely brought his work to my room, but once, after profuse apologies for the intrusion, he opened an envelope file to reveal to my amazement a series of cartoon characters he had sketched.So skilful, so realistic, the range of men, women, young and old, had been endowed with understanding and personalities of their own. Each one was a living character. I told Simon he should try to have them published, but he. Ifound I had to keep pulling it down to hid my panties the blouse was abit see through I could see my bra then the blonde wig. Lastly was theshoes they was tight but fitted.The next note said you look amazing Sandra Anne. Meet out side when Iknock on your door I will only knock when the coast is clear. Don'tworry I will look after you promise.I looked my self up and down while waiting there was nothing I could dobut go with him and get my stuff back it was 4pm by now.Then the knock I had been. All of her previous pleasure sessions were silent and private. What could cause something like this? She had a hundred ideas, but they all felt like fiction. Stroke fiction. Her science teacher would not have been proud of any of her hypotheses. Ok, she thought, in the stories, how do these things happen? She leaned forward on her elbows and chewed on a knuckle. Well, I’d say about nine times out of ten, the culprit is known to the victim. A friend? She felt ice cold. Could one of her friends.