Dear Louisa was as fresh as an opening rose on a warm May morn. I thought I had never seen her cheek with a lovelier hue, nor her eyes sparkle more br...illiantly. It was evident that the greatest venereal indulgence only lent a higher and indefinable charm to the rare beauty of her face and form. She was always amongst the gayest of the gay, but on this morning she seemed to outshine herself; her witty sallies were poured forth in greater profusion and brilliancy than usual. Her lively spirits. Oh no, I didn’t reply!Sarah fiddled some more around, both wanting and not wanting to open the messages Liz had sent. Finally, she took a deep breath, and opened up the messaging app. Liz had sent three messages last night. The first two were Liz saying hello, asking how she was, and asking if she could send the photos of both of them. The third message was sent two hours later. Sarah didn’t know what to make of the message exactly. It read: “I guess you’re upset. Or sleeping. Or something.. She placed the trays on the coffee table and went back into the kitchen where Samantha directed her to take out the tray of crackers and a bowl of M&Ms out. A few minutes later, Samantha joined Rose and Danni in the living room, bringing a large bowl of buttered popcorn with her. Rose and Danni were once again drinking some wine as they waited, Rose had poured a glass for Samantha as well. As the women relaxed for a few minutes sipping the wine, Danni began to eye the spread of food. She traced them across his crinkly hair. Played. Teased, drawing little circles with each of her fingertips.She felt Mort tense with each forward motion. Then she felt it. Soft, yet hard, skin. The surface of his penis. She extended both of her index fingers and rode up over the edge of his penis and then lightly traced up toward the head.Mort groaned again as she played with him. Reached for him. Touched him.Her fingers left his sex and traveled upward. Meeting the waistband of his briefs, she.