Do you like giving blow jobs?” Mr J asked.“I love deep throat and swallowing” I said, pushing my fingers in my throat “I manage my gag reflex!... see!” I demonstrated, seeking an approval. “Good girl!” Mr.J. cheered.“I gag from deep throat” Emily replied, “but you look nice and clean, you can have unprotected sex with me, I am on pills” Emily added. “I am on pills too” I said, not to be left behind.“That’s wonderful, girls!” Mr J cheered, “shall we go into my bedroom?” and got out of jacuzzi. Mr J. I still don't know how I didn't confront Lindsey, but one thing I had learnt from my writing and reading of stories on the Internet was that I had to stay ahead in the game; i.e. I had to be the one who got to the solicitor first. I had to move our/my savings into an account that Lindsey couldn't get at before she persuaded some bleeding judge to lock me out of our joint accounts.Ah, some folks might be asking why didn't I just confront Lindsey; after all, from the emails, nothing untoward had. This time, though – and at first, Alison could barely work out why – they wanted nothing more than to hold each other close, quietly, nipples tickling, breasts squashing, softly nibbling each other’s lips and cheeks and necks, stroking each other’s hair, and running delicate fingers up and down each other’s young, smooth, warm bodies. Alison held Claire closer: she felt their mounds press together, felt their clits rub gently, felt their nectar smear, blend and lubricate their embrace. They. And it is nectar. For there is in this mingling a symbol of the holy communion of the spirits of two soul-mates, joined together in the bonds of an indissoluble love.Lip Kiss lips are not the only part of the mouth which should be joined in kissing. Every lover is a glutton. He wants everything that is part of his sweetheart, everything. He doesn’t want to miss a single iota of her ‘million-pleasured joys’ as Keats once wrote of them. That is why, when kissing, there should be as many contacts,.