Sumala took us through a series of side streets that he said was a short cut and another way to the market square and indeed we did pass the square on... the return journey. The chemist's shop reminded me of an old illustration of an apothecary's abode I'd once seen. No gaudy plastic containers but there were pots filled with various coloured creams and liquids, large jars containing raw ingredients and herbs hanging from the ceiling. A heady, spicy smell pervaded the shop. When I asked for the. Her legs were spread, her fingers rubbed the small pink opening between the few wisps of blonde hair, and her eyes stared widely at his crotch. He was vaguely aware of his growing erection.She orgasmed.Her eyes were locked on his cock and her small mouth hung wide open. Rapid gasps and pants sort of leaked out of her mouth. Her ass squirmed uncomfortably on the toilet seat and her small fingers furiously rubbed her cunt. He noticed that her nipples were hard and pointing through her shirt.She. Not in business, she was very good at her job,but in sharing with anyone else the inner feelings that she didn't understand.During her late teens and early twenties she had dated as was expected of a "normal" person.But no matter how nice the guy was she felt nothing. The advent of the computer,and the worlds it opened to her, made her realize that she was not alone. Buteven with the anonymity it offered, she was still too shy to express or shareher feelings with anyone. The computer had,. He'd been in it for so long, it did not surprise me.As I went through my box of toys, I noticed that he was unable to see around the lid. He could not tell what I was getting. I'm sure he could not guess what the third way would be, because the first two had been so ruthless.*I enjoyed talking to him cryptically about the third way as I reclined, legs open and my favorite vibrator placed lightly at my thigh."The third way," I told him, so casual that one would not know I was nearly naked with.