Just as well, I thought, under the circumstances. As I grabbed the back of my collar, her eyes flicked away and played nervously over the articles st...rewn across the vanity. A can of shaving cream and a safety razor spared her from the uncomfortable intimacy of clothing removal. That was twice, now, that I’d seen a rift in the surface of her composure. “You don’t have to do this, Chen.” Her gaze lifted to meet mine in the mirror. “I mean, if you really think about it, we barely know each. Ilet go of the stick and walked over to the fire. I had some food, but not much.When I returned, the stick didn't seem to have come out at all. She was donecrying, too, apparently. I leaned down in front of her and grabbed the hilt ofthe stick and pulled it different directions. She turned her pelvis to match mymovements. I pulled her forward so she was sticking her crotch out at me. Iheld the stick between my knees and got a needle from my sewing kit. I softlypulled apart her pussy lips and. When she woke up, she often stretched, with her eyes mostly closed and joints bending with astonishing flexibility. The stretches were a dirty old man's delight, and on the weekdays, Frank forced himself to leave her alone lest he be late. On the weekends, Jennifer's lazy, feline stretches often led to the lovers staying in bed, and starting the day with mutual smiles of satisfaction.While Jennifer was circumspect outside the home, he guessed her friends suspected their relationship. Michele. I ran it across her pussy lips and dipped it in a little, then moved it up to buzz her clit. She gasped, but I turned it to very low and just leaned it against the opening of her pussy."Maybe later," I said, and went back to my search. Her drawers didn't turn up much else. I looked under her bed, but nothing was there. I started through her closet and pulled down a box from an upper shelf."Oh, no!" she cried when she saw what I had. It contained a diary from when she was a teenager as well as.