I found myself thinking of my asshole as I walked along a corridor, an unseeing eye, wondering if his come was draining out, staining my skirt. Or blo...od. I started wearing inserts in my panties. One morning I awoke before dawn from dreaming about a cock up my ass and rolled over and pushed the covers from Winston, who was sleeping naked as always. He was lying on his stomach, and without intention, I found myself crouched above him, touching him at just three points: the tip of my tongue on the. The light changed as her vision shifted, a cloud covered the sun, subduing the light, creating new shadows and reflections. The old Renault next to the antique shop seemed out of place, it took Tera a moment to register that it was parked directly against the building, almost touching it, not in an actual parking place with the drivers door unopenable because of the wall of the building. A reflection in a puddle underneath the car caught her eye as she looked over the car again, and she saw the. ”“Shush!”Heidi held her finger to Jack’s lips and then traced seductively around his features. Only once he was silent again did she roll off his bound body and giddily hop and wobble back into her panties and then squeeze back into her tiny shorts.Jack was struggling again inside the tightly buckled body bag, unable to even bend his body. Heidi was now dressed and about to leave the room with seemingly no intention to release him.“Can I take you to lunch?” he tried.Heidi was tying her hair. I noted that it warned about a second long sand spit at the end of the island. This one moved around a little each winter, so, again, a healthy avoidance was called for. Land-lubbers often prefer to sail near the shore ‘for safety’; it’s often the worst decision to make as the water is shallower, rockier, rougher.After fifteen minutes, a tray of coffee and the bread I had bought was brought up by Sarah, Joanne followed with a jug of milk that had been provided as a starter by the reps. We sat.