She knew him, at least she'd said so. She had apparently attended one of his 'lectures' a little while ago, then something he'd said in an e-mail usin...g his pen-name had apparently enabled her to make the connection that she had lived only twenty five miles away.He thought of the Internet, its world-wide connotations and the surprise it had caused him in the past. Five writers of erotica, two in the same town had once met for a drink, astonished they all lived so close. Now it had happened again. In her mind they were still laid where they were, but they were entwined as lovers, kissing, touching and generally misbehaving in public. Feeling Adrian shift, she turned to look up at him, and their eyes locked. ‘He’s going to kiss me…’ Helen thought, and less than a breath later, his lips touched hers. At first they were questioning, as if seeking her permission. When Helen responded by surging up, Adrian wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her close, deepening the kiss and keeping. After ordering our lunch Boris sat back in his chair, and regarded me with an embarrassed expression on his face.“I have to confess Greeny —,” He stopped abruptly. “Actually, now you are as near as damn it a partner I should really address you by your given name.” He studied me for a moment. “With your permission I shall call you Elijah, a name redolent with authority and gravitas, eminently fitting for a partner of XTC.”He chuckled when he realised, when spoken, the initials of the firm also. She lubed her hand up and asked if I'd pay her more if she shoved her hand up my fat ass! I replied yes and she started working her tiny hand up my shithole! When her hand was inside me she asked if I could cum just from her fisting me and when I told her I could, but it might take a few minutes. she said she wanted to see! She talked dirty to me, as she snaked her arm up my butt, and when I reached for a pair of her dirty panties beside the bed, she called me a pervert and started twisting her.