Tommy fancied himself a poet of sorts, and since Jade moved in with his father and himself, he had found his muse in Jade, and when he wasn't masturba...ting to fantasies about the romantic possibilities between himself and Jade, he would find himself scribbling poetry verses professing his love for her on every scrap of paper he could find. But Tommy was always careful to hide what he wrote where he thought nobody else would find it."Look," said Tommy, "It's not what you think it's-"Already too. As she said it her hand slid down my back to my bottom and she stroked gently running her fingers down my crack. I felt the way that her fingers slipped between my buttocks and then felt them touching me ‘there’ and I felt the familiar tingle and knew that I wanted just what she wanted to give me. I couldn’t help my legs from opening as she touched me, it was so gentle and I went to roll over, but she said “No stay still” and got up. I looked round at her as she slipped a sheath on that. She exaggerated the gesture, raising her legs high before setting her insanely high-heeled foot down, giving the impression of a lap dance. Gwen took Gabrielle’s breasts in her hands and she fondled and massaged them, ran her thumbs over her little light brown nipples until they hardened. Gabrielle must have been beautiful, Gwen thought. Gorgeous, not that she looked it now. Her eyes were little slits of sky blue set against blood red atop swollen and bruised mounds. Her probably dainty little. “I know that men, especially Englishmen, use the word sparingly, but when I am taken to rapture I become in love with he who provides me with that experience. After the experience fades so does my love—in fact it is the feeling of rapture I love, and the only man I continued to love, after the physical act, was my husband.”She gave a slight sigh, in remembrance of times past, and continued.“You take me to rapture each time we make love – few of my lovers managed that. The love I feel for you,.