" Thank you. I cannot believe you would do that for me, but I do. You love me, I know that and that you will do anything for me. I should feel guilty,... but after everything that has been said and waking up next to you, I know it is right and it makes you happy, as it does me, to support me and my choices." I do and always will. So any thoughts about today, I know you need to go to work and find out what will happen." I plan to ring the Chicago newspaper and see about getting an interview before. I don’t look too deeply at his face, preferring to see his brown skin as yours, only 20 years the younger. His face beautiful in French Indian design. He left me with a profound intuitiveness, brought on by surrender. Paint me a picture of her in the dress. Let me see what you see. Can you do that? The man who talks of his wife stimulates my mind. He voices his accounts of his sacrifices for her pleasure. Her illness and trappings of her mind which she really begs to be rescued from. Her. "You don't mind me tagging along do you? Rob is fast asleep." Sandra said. "Of course I don't mind," I said. So it had been Rob in Sandra's bed. Lucky guy, I thought. My mind was racing. I wondered how I could get both of these sexy women in bed with me at the same time. During lunch I found out they were on a woman's trip. We chatted about work, marriage, spouses, kids, and of course sex. Of the six women all were married except for Red who had two boyfriends. When lunch was over I walked the. I suck hard. I feel your body tremble. I stop. For what seems an hour, I just stay there. Motionless. Taking in your taste. Your smell. Your feel. It is really just seconds. You just lay there too. Your body vibrating. Soft moans emanating from your mouth. Neither of us wanting to move. At last, I break the spell. I turn my body. My head between your legs. Yours between mine. You do not wait. Your hands are moving. One hand caressing my thighs. Squeezing my cheeks. Your other hand quickly.