So if you havequestions fire away."She definitely wasn't a version of me. Obviously at work I'd trained tobe level-headed, but I'd been a high-energy... sort. Polly had a calmabout her, if this was a strange conversation for her she showed no signof it."I guess I most want to know if you're happy. I'm told you're "doingwell" but that's not quite the same thing is it?" No it isn't, I'm very happy Martin. Since you probably won't ask, I'mPolly. I have memories from my time as Martin and my time. You need not read the first story to appreciate it. I hope readers of the last story are satisfied with this one! There was such a resounding wish for more Raina and Logan, that I worked hard to bring you the continuation. This story is for all of you! I have to give a huge thanks to estragon for copy editing for me. Thank you also to MidniteRose for reading and offering feedback as the story progressed. Please Read, Vote, and/or Comment and ENJOY! I love feedback, and constructive criticism. The following weekend on Friday afternoon, Dave flew his Cessna Citation up to Macon, Georgia, accompanied by Owen, Greg, and Paris Sexton. The Atlanta Group’s Holiday Party started that night, all night, all the next day, and into Sunday. To say some sex was involved was to make the understatement of the year.Greg and Owen had brought their portable tattoo kit on the plane. Thus, Saturday most of the Atlanta Group got tats. Of course, when the women got a tat, they had to ‘pay’ Owen or Greg. Her thighs were so warm, and that sent my cum rising to my cockhead. With her legs splayed over mine, Eva's negligee had ridden up her waist and was now above her belly button. Her smooth puss lips and dark patch of hair above her slit were staring right at me. She made no attempt to pull down her negligee, settling in to watch the movie. Half way through the movie I realised that my cock was spewing pre-cum profusely. Eva's thighs were coated with my pre-cum and she looked at me as if.