I know she wants me but await the tiny gesture that she is ready, ripe for my taking.She reaches down without the slightest hesitation, unzips me and ...flings my pants aside. I reach up and place my fingers on her pussy, fingers sliding in the slippery honey into her most sacred space. I am gentle to extreme intensifying my own exquisite pleasure, and careful to barely touch her inner tongue, her organ of pleasure, as she lets out a moan from her unguarded core. She is so sweet it makes me. They had been there some days and would soon have to moveon in search of more food; they would have to move for another reason, too, forGershon could now smell the distinctive metallic odour of a band of termagants.These huge, semi-intelligent, carnivorous insects preyed exclusively on women,but then, Gershon thought, so did a great many creatures, from the flies wholaid their eggs and hatched their larvae under the skin of their backs, up tothe little carrion-eating rodents who devoured what. When my husband found out, he left me immediately. I told him that they could share, but he would have none of it." she said.I intentionally just nodded my understanding. I did not want to comment. Since I had been with a man much older than myself, I couldn't judge that part. I had never cheated on a husband, so I couldn't go along with that. Barbara liked to talk, but she was careful what she said and how she phrased it. She obviously knew that I was wired. I didn't mind that she knew."If the. She did hope it went well for Mark's sake. And like he said, maybe it willreach a few people and make a difference.Mark sat down at his computer to read his email and then check out Lysa'swebsite, along with any others from guests of the show. Perhaps justfocusing on Lysa for now would be the best way to go with the story, giventhe local angle and all. That's funny. Lysa must have responded to his emailsometime before dinner. Just a couple of lines. "Looks like you got me!Thanks for lunch,.