He grabs my arm and pulls me to him, kissing me deeply. I feel his tongue dance on mine, his hands slide up my back. He’s right, he can make me wett...er. His hands are untying the knot of my bikini top as he kisses his way to my chest. He walks me back until my legs bump the deck chair and sits me down. His hands feel warm and strong caressing my breasts and squeezing my nipples. “Oh baby I love your hands on me,” I moan. He sucks and licks my nipple into his mouth, biting gently. Each bite sends. Finally, Larry decided to take the bull by the horns. They were having one of their rare down days, a self imposed holiday if you will. Larry was doing a BBQ on a rack of ribs, Beth made a killer German Potato Salad and they made a lettuce salad for a green veggie. Larry also threw four ears of corn on the grill to go with.We all know the recipe for good BBQ and so did Larry. Of course, the recipe starts ‘First, pour several beers into the cook, then... ‘ Each of the two was well into the beer. ” “I hate shopping, Miss,” Helen said grudgingly. Georgina said sternly, “I know you do girl but you have to come so I can make sure it is the right size; so no moaning.” “No Miss,” Helen conceded. Helen and Georgina left the house and walked the short distance to the shopping centre. They got lots of glances. Georgina passed several neighbours and they all said a cheery hullo. They looked at Helen and couldn’t quite work her out. She looked too old to be a schoolgirl but there she was in a. She put on herovercoat and walked hesitantly into Brewster's mammothoffice.He was waiting for her at his enormous mahogany desk, infront of an entire wall filled with framed magazine coversshowing the great man in various moments of triumph. "Myego wall," he chuckled as he got up from his desk. "Let'sgo."They rode upstairs in silence in a polished brass elevator.When the door opened, they were standing in the foyer ofhis spectacular apartment. Brewster took her coat andshoulder bag, hanging.