’ So I played dumb, until she finally broke down and asked. Time is an odd thing when you’re fooling around with someone. You want to get in as m...uch of everything as possible, but ultimately, you want to fuck. And eventually, someone will break, give in and just get to the fucking. She broke before me. ‘Lemme see it.’ Again I considered. I sensed the warning signals. My drunkenness was fading. No, I decided, better not to add this one to the list. ‘Sorry, let’s not. It’ll make our friendship. I wasn’t going to just fuck her I was going to show her a great fuck. The kind of fucking she would remember ,a big cock she has only dreamed about.I eventually pulled my fingers out of her rubbing them up to her breasts. I moved my cock that had gotten hard against but not in her pussy and held her tight to me.”These are perfect” I said, rubbing her nipples with the juices from her pussy.Gina was sucking my neck as I was telling her how beautiful she was ,I was sliding my cock up and down her. He was very intrigued. As the evening progressed I admitted that I might have a video of her taking off the same swimsuit she was wearing all day. He was at first a bit coy, saying "you have a video of her naked?". I said I did. Just to tease him a bit, I changed the subject, talking about sports. After awhile he directly asked if he could see the video of my wife changing out her swimsuit. I must admit I was strangely turned on. No one has ever seen her naked except her doctor and me. I. "Beneath this was another note, the start of a story I planned to writebased on one of the dreams I had had (this one I remembered havingwritten):"The dead who had been peppered with bits of rose (the 'carcasses markedwith p?tales de la fleur') were to be brought back into town to be givenproper funerals, Mistress said. The others had, of course, been enemies.Who would come for them? I wondered. Would they even be collected? By thetime we arrived, the petals had dried and darkened, and the.