He lived in Secunderabad and his name is… well, let’s just call him Mr.B.I used to see his pictures on FB and wonder what it would mean to make lo...ve to someone like that. You might say I was a bit of a ‘chubby chaser’. I had to go to his city, strangely, for a job interview. I knew he was over 50 years old and single. So, before I planned my trip I wrote him a message, saying that I was coming down for a day and would he be kind enough to do an astrological reading for me. I received no reply. The drive into New Wales was only four or five minutes once I was out of our driveway.The B&B was almost a block from the bay to offer it some protection from the high winds and waters. It had been a classy railroad hotel in the late eighteen hundreds. It had survived the civil war with almost no damage. That was the case even though it was stopping point for a different kind of underground railroad. It was a way station for the spies and other operatives headed north by boat into New York and. .. am," she said slowly, a little suspicious. "Johnny what's this all about?" Oh, nothing," he said. "I just get the feeling sometimes that you're not satisfied, that we've gotten into a little rut. It's nothing I can put my finger on, but something's not right."Johnny didn't want to reveal everything he knew about what was going on in Patricia's private life. He didn't want to put her on alert too much, but he did want to get some of his feelings and thoughts into the open, for her to. "I had to have you and now I've got you. You have to be with me forever, girlie. I'll keep you at my tropical beach house, where we'll play, all year round. Mmmmm, I can see you, I can see us — barefoot children of the sun."She sighed deeply, heaving her chest and making her nipples stand out more. She touched them, admiring the perfection of her breasts. No visible scars, no tell tale stiffness or lessening of sensitivity. As she watched, she saw the nipples rise, still reddish and wet from.